Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Not A Small Competition
ThatManILove and I have been on the same diet for 10 days.
He has lost 13 lbs in the same time that I’ve lost hardly anything. We’ve been eating the exact same meals.
I’m working out. I’m working out every other day, but I just finished 10 days for 10 days of working out daily.
He’s not. He’s not working out AT ALL.
This morning, he said, “Babe. You’re losing inches, I can see it.”
I just looked at him.
He said: “Okay. Maybe you’re just gaining brain cells.”
If he dies by my hand, will y’all please hire me the best lawyer ever?
I’m a dang good shot. The guys around here tease me about being Annie Oakley.
I was so distressed when he gave me his weight report this morning.
You know what the twerp did?
He went and got dressed. Put on a heavy vest. Then, his heavy wool coat.
And then he weighed.
He says, just to make me feel better.
It didn’t work.
Maybe I should just sit on him.