The beginning of summer camp means a trip to the doctor for a checkup. Steve was all in a panic last night because Captain Scrawny has hardly gained any weight since last year. He's taller, but leaner. Wm has been eating really well, so we can only surmise that his constant activity is the culprit. For Health Week Challenge, he brought home this chart where we clocked how much physical activity Wm got. I figured it wasn't fair to count his every waking moment (though, honestly, if he is awake, he is moving), so I only counted when he went "above and beyond" with his physical activity by playing some sport or specifically saying it was "exercise." Wm likes to move it, move it.
Speaking of moving it...Steve also has a hairy eyeball on me. Since starting the anti-inflammatory(ish) diet and being more active, things have been tightening up just a smidge. So, about a week ago, Steve came up and hugged me around the waist and then goes, "NOOOOO! No losing the muffin tops!" If you know Steve well, you know he is all about The Muffin Tops. That is his thang. He loves him some muffin tops. (And for those that are really in the dark, "muffin tops" are little blubs of fat that sit above your jeans - yeah....Steve LOVES those.) This would pretty much be Steve's nightmare:
Under no circumstances am I allowed to be muffin top-less. Then, last night, Steve came up and grabbed me from behind. He goes, "NO. Enough. Stop now!" When Steve looks at old pictures of me from when we met, he calls me "Skeletor." Thank god I married a man who doesn't let the media dictate his beauty ideal. Although, I am now getting the evil eye any time I do a crunch.
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