Wednesday, 10 June 2009
My husband has a fast metabolism, he doesn’t gain weight, he is fit and healthy and can run 5k with barely breaking a sweat, he plays football, and even though he eats like a horse, and is in his forties, he’s still trim. Bloody sickening really…I hope it catches up with him one day, just so maybe he’ll throw a bit of empathy my way.
Well, I’ve been having a moan about gaining some weight and said I thought I’d join a gym, maybe slimming world or weight watchers!!!
My darling husband said “you don’t need all that.”
Naturally I smiled, thinking he was telling me I was fine as I was, I waited, wide eyed for a compliment on my lovely body…until….
“No, you don’t need to spend money on all that rubbish, you just need someone to stand behind you and scream RUN!”
"And perhaps cut down on the cakes," he added in case the last blow didn't score a direct hit!
Wow, now I feel really great about myself!!! NOT!
Better get those running shoes!