Doughy is the word I was looking for.
Soft and squishy all over, from my ankle bone, which is no longer prominent, to my kneecap. I took measurements two weekends ago and even my freaking forearm went up an inch. That that 13lb gain yielded me a layer of pudge in such an annoying spot that my squishy bicep mushed against it.
There's a Jell-O commercial w/a little boy and a cow both doing the snake dance, aka the move Chris Tucker made famous in Rush Hour. @ the end of the commercial they just show the chocolate Jell-O quivering back and forth. That is me to a tee.
Chocolaty and Jiggly.
Crikey.
Exhibit A of the brand-new-unseemly-ever-so-irritating pudge I keep harping about.
See where the bikini string wraps around? Notice the slight overlapping of flab on the left side? That is what my arm is mashing against.
When I lay in bed on my side, somehow that pudge finds its way up to my armpit. That movement forces my arm, who hates the feeling of that flab and who used to be able to rest itself along the frame of my side, to be pushed forward slightly and rest against my, *currently overly voluptuous boob.
Bottom line, I'm always feeling smooshed and uncomfortable.
*Trust me on this dudes, as sexy as overly voluptuous boobs sounds, it's not @ all cool.
Fin.
Yesterday I briefly overviewed how I'm sweating the flab off, later today I'll share how I plan to burn some more off thru a reduced cal eating plan.
Oh and my suspicions about also losing a roll my indeed be true. It's either that or I've gotten used to the smoosh but in the last few days I haven't felt as uncomfortable and yes yes yes, the revised pudge pics will be revealed on or after day 90.
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