So I’ve a manager who’s four months pregnant, and I eat more than she does. The way and rate that I’m eating is freaking the hell outta me it’s just crazy (even she’s quite shocked at my appetite). Not only is it threatening my waistline, it is threatening my wallet too. I’m going to restrict myself from eating excessively, and discipline myself to do some simple morning & night exercises (like skipping & push-ups). No joke, I’m seriously freaked out.
K: Baby, I seriously feel damn fat it is damn disgusting! I can forsee that I’m going to be an ugly fat old lady next time. *inserts a million sad faces here*
J: It’s okay, I’ll still love you.
I guess this is love.