The Snook and I did our ritual “weighing-in” this morning to check our diet progress, and get this: I weigh 50% more than he does. Yeah, he’s a skinny little man, but still. I’m going to go stick my head in the oven.
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he must be skinny, ’cause from what i can currently see on the couch cam, you’re lookin’ pretty damn good!
Awww, thanks! I thought I was looked pretty fly in m little tank top today. I even got a “‘Sup?” from some dude on my way to the store. So why the hell am I not getting any lighter? Yeah, yeah, muscle. Well, muscle sucks then. I need to take up a drug habit or get hospitalized or something so I can just lay around immobile all day and not eat.
Can you tell I’m starting to get obsessive about this?