Little B vs. Bundt Cake

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Advocare 24 Day Challenge- Days 22-24 Results

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We did it! 24 days of complete health achieved, and it wasn't even that hard! Admittedly, day 24 (the one where you ea...
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Advocare 24 Day Challenge Days 15-21

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Just cruisin through this thang... Despite the fact that half of my family has had the flu and everyone around me seems to be coming down wi...
Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Advocare 24 Day Challenge - Days 10-14

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Two weeks in, over half the way there and I'm not even wishing it was over. Booya! Day ten was the last day of the cleanse phase (I wa...
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Friday, September 21, 2012

Advocare 24 Day Challenge - Days 6-9

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Wow, the time is flying! I can't believe that I've already been doing this for over a week! Once again, I know I said that I would ...
Sunday, September 16, 2012

24 Day Challenge- Days 2 through 5

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Sometimes I'm a slacker. Okay, so I know I said that I would write everyday and I haven't. I'm sorry. The cleanse portion of t...
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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Advocare 24 Day Challenge- Day One

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In one year I have been able to lose 33 pounds (all of my baby weight accumulated during my two pregnancies).  It wasn't easy. I am not,...
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Little B vs Bundt Cake
Sorry for any confusion, but this blog isn't actually about cake. Bummer, I know! Who doesn't love cake, I mean really? Rather, this is the story of one woman (me) and her journey to completely destroy that large layer of fat wrapping around the midsection like a bloated life preserver. I lovingly refer to it as my Bundt cake. Spoiler alert! I'm about to ruin the whole story. We can visit the intro, middle and climax later. I just want you to know right now that she obliterates it (or at least she will) and sends it back to "lardtown" where it will officially reside with the "you who's" (weird arm fat that wiggles when you wave), the "chubby rubbies" (thigh jelly that touches when you walk) and the extremely stubborn and annoying "saddlebags" that like to try and claim permanent residence on one's backside. I also take great pleasure in sharing the final chapter, in which she will do an exuberant, but frightening "happy dance" and then gloat in a very unsportsmanlike fashion. (see above picture)
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