The boyfriend told me earlier I had chunky legs.
Chunky flipping legs.
We are now not speaking. #worldwar3
I knew I had put a little weight on but the words chunky …. chunky and legs together were the wake-up call I needed.
Starting as of tomorrow I am dieting and working on getting fitter. This time I mean it.
Chunky legs – I’ll give him chunky bloody legs!
I don’t get it … I currently walk around Dam Flask once or twice a week with Mollie dog which is just under 4 miles the whole way around.
I figure my legs should therefore be looking skinnier not chunkier ! I’m gonna keep telling myself it’s muscle. I might even convince myself one day.
Chocolate and cake are my major weakness. I currently have the will power of a natt. A natt that’s due on her period and craving massive chocolate bars and carrot cake. With Mount Vesuvius about to erupt on my chin!
It’s a problem.
The BF has a sweet tooth, our fridge is always brimming over with his goodies.
Goodies that look at me and whisper ‘eat me … eat me … eat me’
I don’t take much persuading.
It’s a good job then that Sue & I decided to pay a visit to Gourmet Burger Kitchen last week [before the diet started]
We were invited down by the guys at GBK to sample the burgers; words that make Tracey happy.
I love a burger …