The good news: I started a new job and I love it.
The bad news: Due to a lack of time I didn’t have a chance to put together a coherent post, so I’m about to share the most bizarre conversation I may have ever had with my husband instead.
Ali: ”Have you ever run in place?”
Ali: ”Have you ever run in place? Lifting your knees really high?”
Me: ”I guess so. Especially back when I did the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred regularly.”
Ali: ”Lifting your knees really high is a good way to work out fat thighs.”
Me: ”Are you implying that I have fat thighs?”
Me: ”So what is the point of this conversation?”
Ali: “I’m saying that you used to have fat thighs.”
Me: ”Oh really? And when was that?”
Ali: “I don’t remember. A while back I guess.”
*If I ever allowed such a photo to exist, I would insert a photo of my fat thighs here*
So apparently I had fat thighs at some point in the not so distant past. Maybe I still have fat thighs and Ali was too scared to be that honest.
In any case, the main focus here should be: what on earth is my husband trying to accomplish by randomly mentioning the word “fat” and “thighs” in a sentence directed to me?
It’s no freaking wonder that I can’t eat a cookie without having a 15 minute mental debate about it.