Jas and My Fat Ass

My dear friend, Jas, sent me a message yesterday. She said I'm f a t.

She invited her friends to come look at this blog and they did (thanks, Jas and friends). She has a picture of me in a bikini from a few years ago and she showed that to them, too. She loves me. ;p

They told her that it looks like I gained a stone (more like two... ) which is true.

She wished I would get back in shape again. You see, she met me when I was reeaaallly f a t then I lost loads of weight and she was delighted at the transformation and then now I'm f a t again.

The secret to being motivated to get and keep in shape is to be single. When the need to be desirable is high... when one is competing for a nice hunk of a man... when one is looking for LOVE. I'm not single anymore. I'm in blessed chubbiness because I got me a chunk (definitely not a hunk) of a man. It's all Jon's fault. He has no bad habits aside from smoking (Yargh! Yeah, yeah... I smoke, too.) and his idea of fun is eating. Nothing makes him happier than to enjoy a good meal with me and Kayla. Kayla, of course, can just burn... burn... burn calories while I steadily grow... grow... grow.

Jon laughed at how Piolo's and Jericho's pan de sal abs were in the news tonight. Whose abdominal muscles are better? Hah! Theirs can't compare to his pan de bomba abs! Awww... That's my big boy!


Get back in shape? You mean, watch my diet and go back to weight training, belly dancing, Latin dancing, kickboxing and boxing.

Come on! I can't get up the strength to devise a nutritional plan let alone get off my fat ass to exercise.