I hope I haven’t waited too late. I must get into shape – summer will be here before you know it. I’ve got to get this winter hibernation weight off of me and get ready for swimsuit season. What? I gotta look good too to catch the ladies. I can’t let my friend Maxwell be the only happening pig. He has the west coast. At least I can have the south.
So bring on the jumping jacks and running. The purr things here at the Hotel Thompson have been so kind and said they would help me. Of course, Bashful is already stealing food off of my plate to help me out. That little devil!
Mom and dad have even jumped on the band wagon and said they were trying to do better in front of me. No more sweets or other goodies. That’s hard on a pig!
Mom said I could borrow her inner core ball to help strengthen my inner core. Have you ever tried one of these silly balls? OMP (Oh my pig!) They are the devil! How in the world do they expect me to balance my 45 pound pot belly on that little wiggly ball? I’m trying. I mean, I would love to have a six pack but at this point I think I’m solid with a keg with this belly!
I still have to have mom help me with this. Of course, Bashful being the ever loving pet showed me how to do it. Sure, for someone that weighs less than a pound it’s easy. Give you a pot belly and four hooves and see how you do smarty rock.
So, I’m off to exercise for my beach body. I wonder if it counts if I watch people exercise on television?
Wish me luck my friends. XOXO – Bacon