Saturday, April 06, 2013
Not sure how much of it is from this killer bout of PMS I'm having, but I think he deserves to be the one I beat with his own arm after I rip it off...
This morning, I put my jeans on again. Yep, they are starting to get saggy in the seat. I'm not just imagining it. So I showed him.
Instead of telling me my hard work is paying off, or even anything good, he looked at me like I was doing something wrong.
Seriously? I have no idea why. My pants are actually getting saggy. I could actually grab some loose fabric. My jeans don't fit me like that. On top of that, I'm needing to pull them up as the day goes on. They are not falling off my hips, but they are starting to sag.
He pissed me off. I really don't know how to deal with this crap out of him anymore. He gets upset with me for working out so much. He feels it's taking time away from him. Well, all we do is sit in front of the tv all evening. Not me. Not anymore. I go running. And then to bed early. I'm tired. That's the way it is. If he can't deal with it, then that's his problem.
Anyhow, I should end this blog. My PMS is bad enough today without letting this get out of hand. Time for me to ditch him on the couch anyway - go for a run.