Dying over this right here, mostly because it's exactly how I feel. Also it's hysterical.
DJ and I have recently began a quest towards our pre-marriage bodies.
We've each put on 20+ pounds since we tied the knot and we feel (and look) fat.
I put on some leggings the other day and seriously, I was a wide-load. I can't believe I left the house.
It's bad.
DJ bought a gym membership with his graduation money and has been pretty good about going with his buddy Jeff.
He also has a road bike and loves to cycle at the butt crack of dawn with a group of guys.
I, on the other hand, do not have a gym membership or a bike. Or friends.
I have the kitchen full of temptations all to myself.
Really really delicious temptations.
I've been trying to cut back on my calorie intake, but I am afraid my approach is flawed -
basically I eat a granola bar or two throughout the day and binge eat my dinner.
Working on figuring that out.
Also I tried to run on Tuesday night.
Keyword here is "tried".
I lasted about 5 minutes on the treadmill and was ready to surrender
my firstborn child to the gods of exercise if they would just MAKE IT STOP.
Did not go well.
But I shall keep trying.
Truth.
Haha alright lets motivate each other to not be fat! Except,.. You aren't fat. You're effing Hott!
ReplyDeleteYa, except I think the same thing about you and I'm pretty sure you're skinnier than me! Uh. Oh. Yep, the exercise starts today.
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