Oh, My Happy Medium

Since it's "beach season" I think it's time to start thinking about my awful eating habits (the aforementioned pregaming for dinner,) total lack of exercise, and enormous gut. What I want to do, with bike riding and cutting my meals down from five a day to three (plus two small snacks,) is find a happy medium with my gut: see I like my gut. I lack definition and I love it. I don't like how I look pregnant kinda, with my boobs verging on an a-cup. So I want to take my gut in, see if my 34 waistline is still there underneath the grilled cheeses and shamrock shakes...but leave the jiggle.