Right around this time of year my body is probably at one of it's largest sizes, pound wise. I'm eating an incredible amount and not really worrying about it and I'm lifting heavy. Pretty much every time I put on a pair of jeans it requires the jump and squat a few times before they are button-able. Ladies, holler if you hear me. I actually find myself opting for leggings about 70% of the time. Lord help me if those go out of style.
I grew up a pretty scrawny kid. I would love, Love, LOVE to have a curvy body but the deck is (literally) not stacked in my favor. So this is my time of year when I get to call myself "thick". Some people may laugh in my face but they didn't know me as a 14 year old who used to wear sweats under their jeans to fill them out a little better. This is progress. Maybe one day when I don't work out for a living and I've had a couple of kids, the meaning of thick and curvy will take on a whole new meaning, but for now this is as close as I'm going to get. Am I giving Kim Kardashian a run for her money? Probably not. But I plan on enjoying my curves. I'll even do a Dove commercial if they ask me. :)