Not that I can really make excuses
...my naughty eating habits should be controlled by me...
but I can definitely put some blame
on my treat-loving boyfriend.
And - since vacation - all he's done is get
Today - at the gym - his gut was rolling-over
his pants while he did squats.
Come on, dude.
I stress about my body 24/7
then you lose your breath
and flop around while you fuck me?
He's lucky I love him.
Thank god he's in his best friends wedding
in October so he has a goal to lose for.
(since I'm obviously not enough.)
I laid down the law for our strict diet&exercise.
We will look good by that weekend.