“Why didn’t any of that go to your b**bs?”
–My husband, after I dared to step on the scale for the first time in a year, and realized that I’d gained 10 lbs.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!”
–My husband, two seconds later.
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh!”
–Meljean, minute 30 in the gym this morning.
I lost 10 pounds. Guess where. :brickwall:
Doesn’t hardly seem fair, does it?
Was that a good ARG or a bad ARG from your hubby?
If it was a bad ARG, Did you hit your hubby in the head with the scale?
I’m all for hitting him with the scale
I won’t mention that I am currently fifteen pounds heavier than a year and a half ago. I do gain weight up top. It is the last to come and the first to go.
I’m pretty sure I’m about 10 pounds heavier than last year, but I refuse to get on a scale- particularly because my high school reunion is next weekend, and I’m trying to avoid all reality when it comes to my weight. *sigh*
Some of it did go *ahem* there. In high school, I was a C. Now, I’m a D. I’d rather just be thinner, though, even if it means being smaller there as well.
Don’t we all do that when we get on the scale? My hubby just shakes his head and walks on. Yeah, like he’s mr. trim after 15 years of marriage! oh wait, he is mr. trim – b**tard! lol
Okay, I still get to hate you for being at minute 30 at the gym. I’m just saying. After 12 minutes I could kill a person!
CindyS