Badonkadonk

I forgot to fill out my food log today. When I went to fill it out, I couldn't really remember everything I had eaten. So, I wrote down something like this:

I was hungry, and the hunger was not good. I went in search of Food in the great land of Kitchen. I found some Food, and I ate it, and it was good, and it banished the hunger.

I've been thinking about what I want to get out of this contest. Everybody has an issue with a particular part of their body. I tend to pick on my butt (not pick my butt, but pick ON my butt). It's a genetic marker that I don't mind most of the time, but when I have some extra weight on me, it goes there. I have decided that I want to have a snazzy badonkadonk (hee-hee, that's a fun word. Say it with me--BA-DONK-A-DONK. Okay, again--BA-DONK-A-DONK). I have an easy time toning the rest of my body, but my badonkadonk lags behind a little. It still looks good when I'm in shape, but Iwant to take it to the next level with some body sculpting. It would be cool to end up somewhere between Brooke Burke and Terminator.