*blue balls not included.
After discussing the loss of inches in body measurements over the last three weeks…
Mel: I lost 3/4 of an inch in my ass!
BM: Wanna lose another 9 1/4 inches in your ass?
*ahem*
Yeah, so pretty awesome. I lost in inches everywhere — 1/4 in my waist, 3/4 in my ass and a FULL INCH around my thigh! (I even lost like a half an inch around my bicep, yo. 100 Push Ups App is the shit. I can still only do, like, 14). This “measurement loss” makes losing “the bet” (with AB) each weekly weigh-in so much more worth it. For me anyway. He still gets his “prize” each week, which, well, doesn’t really bother me all that much. Now, if he made me clean out vacuum filters or kill spiders, we would not be happy. And by “we,” I mean me… which means that he will get the wrath, which is really a whine… and well, you get it.
Because, yeah, I’ve lost a half a freakin’ pound in three weeks. Ew.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
