Waging War

I feel as if my body and I are waging a war against my baby belly. As I try to watch what I eat and strengthen and tone my body, my belly continues to attempt to fend us off. Starting from my toes, my fingers, and my head, fat layers are slowly being whittled away. Waves of fat reduction travel from the outside in towards my belly. As each successive wave reaches my baby belly, it fights back, holding tighter and tighter onto it's fat. It is fighting a, mostly, loosing battle. I watch as the waves encroach upon the fat stores and nibbles away at the edges. My belly will never win, but I doubt it will ever return to it's pre-4 pregnancy size, but it will decrease in size.