So, I'm engaged. To a really handsome, fit guy. He works out (of course he does). He actually likes to exercise. Sick, I know.
He can eat just about anything and get away with it because he has a lot of muscle. Does it make me a bad person that secretly I sometimes want to spit on his cheeseburger because I resent his ability to eat it (and wash it down with a strawberry shake) and work it off with a few good sneezes?
Probably.
Ok, I'm exaggerating. But only a little.
He does lift weights and he does have a pretty physical job, which help him. If he feels like he's overdoing it, he will eat more salad, drink more water and politely pass on dessert. He quit drinking pop for the most part. It just seems like it's so easy for him to maintain a healthy weight and compensate for overindulgences. It's all that muscle. Men.
Please pardon me while I throw myself on the floor now and pound my fists as I wail at the injustice of it all. I do, after all, need to get in my workout for the day.
