get off of me, you pig!
I've been gaining a bit of weight. Okay. A lot of weight. Which is a bad thing under normal circumstances. But with Baby on the way, the extra pounds is just gonna weigh me down when I need to start keeping up with the little tyke!
This is all Mae's fault. She makes me eat everything that she cannot finish. "Honey, I can't eat this. You eat it. That's right boy, lap it up like the greedy little pig that you are!" And I obey. Okay, okay, so a exaggerate a little. Most of the time she just says, "Honey, I can't eat this." And then I'll lap it up like the greedy pig that I am. What can I say. I love food.
Today I've decided to start a new fitness regime. Since I don't have time for gym, I shall skip. Every opportunity I get. At home. At work. Everywhere. I will no longer stand. I will no longer walk. Instead, I shall skip. I will be like Skipinder the Punjabi Kangaroo (does anyone know this or am I the only one who watched it?). Skip, skip, skip. I shall skip until I lose 12 kgs by the end of April. And after that, we'll talk about muscles. Is this a plan or what?
When Baby arrives, he will be greeted by Daddy the Master of the Universe, the Contender for Mr. Olympia. He will not be greeted by Daddy the Bucket of Lard. Wish me luck.