I woke up feelin' pretty good. My appetite has been off a bit so I thought it would be a good time to check the progress of my weight loss....swimsuit season is just around the corner.
I had decided a long time ago that I didn't want to weigh in becuz it was frustratin' to work so hard and the freakin' number on the scales NEVER changes for the better!!
I Felt. Really. Good.
So I weighed.
I Felt. Very. Depressed.
I walked into the bathroom to shower. But on the way I wanted to discuss this with Roy. "Honey. Lie to me. I'm premenstral. And I might go down to the river and throw myself in. So lie to me. Muscle weighs more than fat. It's got to. How can I be shapin' up my legs and my ass and not lose weight!"
"Well I have the same problem..." he talkin' but it's not makin' sense.
All BECUZ HE STARTED TALKIN' ABOUT HIMSELF!!!!
"It's not about you! Today is my day, Roy. MINE!"
He smiled. I think he musta remembered that part about PMS.
"Well maybe, WE don't workout hard enough." he said. He patted his stomach.
I think the only reason he lives now is becuz he said "WE".
"I sweat, Honey. You've seen it. I sweat."
He was still smilin' and started gigglin'.
But I went on, "I have sweat. In my butt crack. In public!"
Tell me I don't workout hard.
He nodded his head in agreement. But didn't say a thing.
It went all down hill from there....until he started sayin' "Yes Dear."