My poor boyfriend. He used to love my hereditary chin waddle (all my sisters have it) and now he is probably wishing he didn’t show it so much love, given its doubled in size.
Or second guessing his saturday morning donut runs.
Yesterday I stayed home from work. Why you ask? Because I “threw my back out.” Whatever that means. Basically Ive been moving stuff and people a lot this month or two, I have bad posture, and I don’t work out. So its only natural that when I bent over to pick up a pillow, excruciating pain shot up my back. Mind you, Im only 30. And a half.
So, I took it as a wake up call. Time to get myself back into some sort of healthy regimen. I bought enough stuff to make breakfast smoothies this week, had a giant salad for lunch, and will take full advantage of my free gym at my apartment complex. By the time summer is over, Im hoping to feel like a million bucks. Yes, I missed the “before summer” boat, whatever.