Thanksgiving is over.
I have consumed pies, cookies, bread, pasta, potatoes followed by many glasses of wine and coffee. Coffee with Cream and Sugar.
I should not be surprised by what I see in the mirror.
Thanksgiving brings the Elephant Butt syndrome.
It would be okay if my butt just got big, but it is the saggy party I hate.
So I hit the gym, spend countless hours on the ellyptical
and hope that just in time for Christmas my butt is firm again.
By Mary Agbovi
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