I might do a few extra minutes on the treadmill today, tone up some more before the wedding.
Everyone in this town is so thin! It wouldn’t bother me so much if they were all different shapes and sizes.



Aagh!
Stupid treadmill! Making my legs turn to jelly.




Ok That will do. I’ll detox instead! Think I’ll make myself a nice salad for lunch. Dave calls that an oxymoron ‘nice salad’ haha



I can hear the shower running, Finally he’s awake. I’m getting a bit sick of him sleeping till lunchtime even though I understand he works late hours. I just hope he gets a promotion soon so our lifestyle can return to ‘normal’.



I really don’t think there’s such a thing as a ‘nice salad’. Not as a meal anyway. A nice burger would be better.

‘Have you been eating that rabbit food again?’
‘Yeah, and I fell off the treadmill again before’
‘I keep telling you, you look great the way you are, don’t get too skinny, you still need some meat on your bones’



‘well I want to look good on my wedding day if that’s ok with you’
'i get that, just don't over-do it'