For the record, the "new boyfriend diet" is WAY over and the "comfortable enough to eat like I usually do diet" is back on. So much for my 15 pound weight loss.
You would think that with The Man bent on making me walk all over the damned place, that I would lose weight. Instead, I must be gaining muscle under my fat. GREAT!
So this goes on for days, into months... *sigh* Imagine my surprise when I get out of bed yesterday after I found that I couldn't breath. I knew it... I'm finally having a heart attack!
Oh no... nothing that extreme. My lowest rib "popped" out. WHAT THE HELL!
Now, trying doing ANYTHING with a rib out, not just out of place, but popped out so you can feel all the way around it. I need a hammer to get it to go back in. I would use that if it didn't hurt so much!
The Baby has started a new game that tickles us all. She will hold on to your fingers, walk to the side a little and then stop and swing herself backwards. Not only are you expected to hold on to her hand, but you also have to catch her head in your other hand.
NOT a good thing to do right now, but she doesn't care, she gets PISSED if she can't do it.
Where's her grandpa with the damned stroller.
Anywhoooo... I need to lose weight before The Man and I get married. I don't want to lose a ton of weight, but 20-30 pounds will make me happy! So I am eating salads for lunch and protein and veggies for dinner. Not much in the way of carbs which makes me unhappy. I'm weaning myself off sugar which is going to be the hardest for me to do, but I've been assured that I could lose a LOT of weight doing just that!
*sigh* Ok fine.
The Punk, The Man and I were all talking about losing weight, and how The Punk and I need to lose it. (The Man doesn't need to lose any, hate that) When The Man says;
"Honey, when you are walking away from me, your butt looks like two Voltswagons trying to pass each other"
He just called me fat. The Punk is falling out of her chair, can't breath, and is laughing so hard I'm thinking of smacking her too.
"I don't mean the size, just the shape, I love looking at your butt."
I'm still speechless, and The Punk continues to laugh. I am sitting here right now, not sure if I should be offended or flattered. I'm pretty sure it's the former.
So that just did it for me. I know The Man prefers fat girls, but for my OWN well being, health and physical stamina, I need to lose weight. I don't know that I will be able to "keep" my Voltswagons, but I don't think I like that idea of that being in my pants anyway. Almost as bad as two raccoons wrestling in a burlap bag. I'm thinking...
So for the record... Today is the day I start an actual, conscience diet. Call ME fat will you!
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The Mister would have never walked away from making such a comment. I am stunned that you took it.
Good luck Pee!
MichChick
It's my own doing. I tell him all the time that he doesn't need to tip toe around my fatness. Besides that, I was the one that was stunned, and then with The Punk laughing so hard, and The Man's look of horror that maybe he SHOULD tip toe around my fatness. It was funny.
2 Volkswagons? Who was he looking at? We don't have Volkswagons in this family. Sheesh!
Yea... more like El Camino's!
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