Why is it that baby fat is so stinkin’ cute? This is a picture of my cute neice Mary (13 mos.), nephew Blaine (9 mos.), and my son Ethan’s legs (4 mos.). My adorable Ethan is loaded with baby fat (far right set of legs) and I just can’t get enough of playing with his rolls and watching him wobble back and forth on his tummy. His neck is so hidden that I have to douse an inch thick of powder and massage it into his neck crease. Baby fat just never get’s old. Then there is adult fat, which I currently have plenty of. It wiggles and jiggles just like Ethan’s but is not found so adorable. It’s quite repulsive to Brian. I tend to refer to my fat as the spare tire, the cottage cheese, the “too many big mac meals” weight, and oh, my favorite, the “baby weight.” During my pregnancies I have accumulated a total of 230 additional pounds to my body and, for the most part, peeled it off with diet and exercise. I have an extra 30 lbs still on me at 6 months post partum that I would really like to get off right now and am trying to do so. I dusted off the “Abs of Steel” workout tapes with Tammy Lee (my arch enemy) and the “Buns of Steel” tapes and have been busting my butt so I can fit back into my prepregnancy clothes. In 1999 I was at my peak optimal fitness and weight. And it only took a 600 calorie diet and 3 hours of exercise daily!!! I am not going to be that extreme but would sure like that body back (but that was the pre-baby body). It’s a good thing that atfter the end of long workout and very long day of mothering, I can still play with my favorite fat–Ethan’s!