Lindsay Robards stared into the mirror with a mix of disappointment and anger. At 33 and mother of two she had let herself slip little by little till she barely recognized herself.
Her shoulder length auburn hair framed a still pretty face all be it a fuller one than she cared for. Full lips, high cheek bones and an oh so slight overbite made her quite striking. Her face was not the reason for her aggravation for sure.
Her gaze tracked downward to the source of her ill mood. Her post child birth body was anything but sexy to be sure. Her 5'3" frame carried an easy 25 more pounds than it did before giving birth and the worst part was it seemed to be in all the wrong places.
She had a large muffin top that no clothes seemed to cover well and she carried way more weight across her back than her chest. She had never had big boobs, but putting on extra weight had done nothing to increase them. She would have at least welcomed that benefit. She could have done something with the cleavage.
Her ass, which had always been one of her best features, was now no better than the rest of her. Somewhat square and flat now it stood out no more than the rest of her.
She had once upon a time been smoke show with a tight bod, six pack abs and an ass you could bounce a quarter off. She had a fitness profile online and provided healthy eating and meal tips.
She had also frankly been a "freak in the sheets" who tried just about everything. Even if she didn't like it she would try again just be sure.
She was a literal grand slam for her husband Dustin when they met. She was coming off a hot but incredibly destructive relationship with married man and he was as stable as it came.
Dustin was decent looking if not quite handsome and stayed in good shape by being active in sports. He had a good job but not so good that Lindsay could quit hers as an accountant. He made ample time for her and best of all was actually NOT married like her last two previous boyfriends.
He had popped the question quick and after a short engagement they tied the knot. He was Catholic and had wanted to wait till they were married to have sex and now she could safely say that was the dumbest idea ever.
She embraced the challenge of waiting for sex till marriage as making sex a prerequisite previously seemed to have not worked well. It hadn't been easy but she had kept her legs shut or wore out most of her vibrator collection waiting.
Hind sight being 20/20 not knowing how your spouse would be in bed for the rest of your life was the literal worst idea in a long list of bad ideas about marriage.
His sense of adventure in the bedroom was minimal and his performance just passable.
She had tried to bring him over to the dark side for a while but eventually gave up. His idea of kink was rolling her over and pulling her hair a bit as he fucked her from behind before pulling out and squirting on her back.
She also gave up early on trying to get him to fuck her ass which he considered "gross". He also loved getting blow jobs but would seldom return the favor due to her "taste". That conversation specifically had not gone well at all and his supply of blowjobs dwindled accordingly.
Their single foray into bondage had been cut short when she tied him up but then he couldn't get hard.
Not that they had a ton of chances to improve. 9 months after their honeymoon they welcomed their first son and 2 years later their second.
A couple years beyond that now and she honestly couldn't blame him. She wouldn't want to fuck herself either if she was honest.
She had just finished her annual review with her OB-GYN and the doc had pulled no punches. A handsome if older man for years they had a playful banter that would make the assistants blush but not recently. He couldn't get thru the exam quick enough.
Not only obese but pre diabetic she needed to change her lifestyle now or he told her 5 years later might be too late to fix it. She qualified for a weight loss shot and he highly recommended it.
She needed the jump start to get her on the right path. The shot, more exercise and a better diet and he swore in six months she would be his hottest patient again.
They shared a laugh as his nurse shook her head and cringed at the back and forth and led her to the waiting room.
Her call to her husband ended up in voicemail but she didn't bother. He was tough to reach these days anyway and she had plenty to do on a rare day off.
She stopped by the Galeria Mall and bought a bunch of clothes that would not come close to fitting her. Leggings and tank tops that would leave little to the imagination once she could fit in them. She had things to wear for now but this would be her motivation.
Next was a trip to the pharmacy for her wonder drugs. A quick consultation with the pharmacy tech and she was a GLP-1 expert. She didn't even wait to get home, injecting herself in the parking lot with the first shot.
Now she needed to join a gym. There were plenty of options in the St Louis area including all the usual chains and one had a location just minutes from home and work. She signed up, got a tour from one of the certified trainers and scheduled her "free" training session for later in the week.
Finally a trip to the grocery store for some healthy cooking options and she was done for the day. She grabbed the boys from day care and headed home.
Dustin was late getting home and in a mood right off the bat. She tried to fill him in on her new lease on life but seemed to look at it as a joke. By the end of the convo she kept the info on the shots to herself.
They seemed to argue about money a lot more these days and she worried this would be another chance for that. He would just have wait and see the results were well worth it.
Fast forward a month and Lindsay gave herself an approving glance in the mirror after her lunch workout. She was only down about 15 lbs but daily workouts had also distributed some of the weight a bit differently.
Her ass was rounder and firmer if still a bit too big for her taste. It seemed some guys at the gym liked it just fine though.
Her back was less broad and hunched, definitely more defined but still not proportionate in her mind.
She also still had a bit of a belly but if she looked hard enough she could start to see some definition there also.
Thick was in these days and she felt like she had that look nailed.
It had been her first day squeezing in a Fabletics outfit and she felt amazing. If this was a month then what might two or three look like?
She took a quick selfie in the locker room and stripped down to change back for work. She was just pulling her thong up when she heard a wolf whistle from behind.
Beth one of the personal trainers smiled and gave her a high five as Lindsay blushed at the attention.
"Damn Linds, you are making some serious progress. You are crushing it." Beth gushed as she walked the locker room dropping off fresh towels.
Beth was in her mid Twenties and about 5'6". Dishwater blond with bright blue eyes. She was as the kids would say sexy AF. She carrried about 5 extra pounds in all the right places, hips, ass and tits.
She gave the appearance of being able to squat a small car. And in reality she did love to do squats, she just preferred squatting on dicks more.
Lindsay was thrilled with the compliment validating what she had been thinking herself.
"Thanks Beth" she replied. "I sure appreciate all the pointers you gave me."
Beth side eyed her a bit and grinned. "I'm starting to regret doing it" she laughed. "Now I got competition for all the dick in here."
Lindsay laughed back and shook her head. "No competition here."she said. "I am happily married and plan to stay that way."
"Yeah OK" Beth giggled sarcastically on the way out the door. "Let me know how that works out for you. See ya tomorrow sexy momma."
Lindsay exited the club and walked to her car. "Sexy momma". She did kinda feel sexy. She was back in clothes she hadn't worn in years she had dug out of totes in the basement. Skirts and tops that showed a little skin she was less embarrassed of now. She had some confidence and that in itself was always sexy.
Not everything fit, she had a ways to go for sure but the improvement was obvious. Obvious to everyone but her husband. More like oblivious when it came to him.
