OK, this is not a slam against men... I am not really one of those kind of girls. Just more of an observance of how different we really are, and how unfair that sometimes is.
I am killing myself over how often I keep reaching for an extra bite of what The Boy is eating, or a 'unauthorized' snack here and there. (It usually takes me about a week or two to be really cognizant of my eating.) Anyway, I just asked Sweet Love what he might need from the grocery store. He is working on loosing 10 lbs or so. Get this... he asks for crackers, pita bread (because it is SOOO *rolling eyes* much better than regular bread), and something to dip all that in, as in onion dip! Ugh. Don't you KNOW that he will be hot stuff in less than a month, barely working at it, and eating crap like that for a bedtime snack... and here I am, barely walking beacuse I am so sore from my last workout, frustrated because I accidentally had a bite off The Boy's plate... and he will loose the weight in less than a month, and I am hoping and praying and slaving to loose the same amount in the next month and a half. So not fair. But then, I got to grow a baby in my tummy, and give it live sustaining milk... so why am I complaining!
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