Pup and I have been doing just that. #thankyouplanetfitness
I'm being the high-priestess of bitchdom. That's okay. We both need prodding and I know he will forgive me.
I'm not buying him treats anymore. He pouts once in a while, but mostly he's doing very good. When he pouts and says, "Let's go to Dairy Queen!" I say, "Pup, we're fatty's. No."
We meet at the club about three times a week around 7:30. Between poor Pup's shifts.
As for me? I'm reading all about Cold Thermogenesis and I'm scared. I'm a puss and this is scaring me. Either Dr. Jack is a nut or the world is stupid. I haven't decided.
I'm eating so good I should weigh 110 pounds. I don't. It isn't moving very fast. I don't know what's up with that.
I'm moving though. I feel better. Mostly I'm sleeping awesome. I have some mojo working. Funny how getting flirted with can change your whole outlook. Yes, I am shallow. Also funny how good conversations can make me find faith in my fellow peeps. Love y'all.
smooches my hooches and get out there and shake what your momma gave you.