Modesty covers up my back cleavage

There is something to say about immodesty. It creates mini-goals throughout the year that keep a woman fit and trim. For example, each Halloween is preceded by a month of dieting and hearty exercise to prepare for a night of immense stomach and leg baring. Why dress up as something like a clown who wears a baggy suit, when you could be a pirate, and why be a pirate when you could be a sexy pirate? For immodest dressers, the year is filled with these mini-goals: New Years, Valentine's, bathing suit season prep, actual bathing suit season, and then around again to Halloween with things like birthdays, anniversaries, and special parties to fill in the gaps.

Unfortunatley for me and many of you, these mini-goals were kicked to the curb at the onset of marriage. Ahhh, marriage. It seems day after day, the pounds creep up out of nowhere. With no single girlfriends around to "dress up" with (I mean really, hardly any married ladies dress immodest and I felt the need to conform accordingly), and with no mini-goals throughout the year, the lbs seem to find a happy home around your middle. I blame my body now on Coco's (rumor has it one meal has over 1,000 calories), leftover Halloween candy, and all the other delicous places to eat around here (okay we were a little deprived in Columbus and have been over indulging ever since we left).

Is there a way around this dilemma? I guess working out and eating "healthy" could work, but that's just not as fun...