Did I ever say that Husband told me, fairly soon after we met, that if I gained anymore weight (ie if I were heavier than I was at the time) that he'd definitely think about leaving...he hates fat girls.
((Now mind you, I met him rriiigghhhtt after I got over my heart break...so I had literally lost just shy of 22lbs, so I was a skinny chic. Well, not SKINNY per se, but I could fit in a size 10 jeans with room to spare, and I could wear any t-shirt minus some tummy/chummy love handles.))
So clearly once we got together and I was, well what I suppose was, a "happy girl". And what do happy girls do? Those bitches eat. And I ate. And I ate happily too!
So I gained some weight. :shrug: That's life. I ain't 16 anymore. So, me remembering what he said, went and joined this gym. This gym is FABULOUS. Really it is. It has just about every nice modern thing a chic can want. So now...I'm losing weight.
This damn dude (that's Husband) has the AUDACITY to tell me "baby you are working too hard at the gym...maybe you should cut back some". Okay, I don't even go 5 days a week (which was my intended plan). I barely go 3 days a week. But when I go to the gym - I GO TO THE GYM. It's no leisure type thing for me.
He's MAD that I go. This is coming from the guy that said "damn I'm glad I didn't meet you when you were almost a size 14, because we'd probably not even be together. Hell I doubt I would have even talked to you".
Yeah...I'm not even kidding.
So to increase my....umphf appeal, I'm stepping it up to 5 days. Period.
Lets see how he likes THEM apples!
Jeter - Monday, Sept. 28, 2009