They've started already. The excuses. The delays. NOT EVEN STARTED YET and I am already backpedaling. I have decided to move the start date of the new healthier me program to the Tuesday after Labor Day. I just know that weekend will be a blow out and I will fall off. I can see it now, go to the neighborhood BBQ. SW reaches into the cooler and goes to hand me a beer. I politely decline saying I am trying to be more healthy. He promptly calls me a pussy. Then he chucks the beer to me and I send it back saying "No Thanks". He then will ask why my panties are in such a wad and shout at the top of his lungs "FBG is a WUSS!". At which point I will snatch the beer from him and promptly chug all 12 wonderfully cool ounces.Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Excuses..More Excuses
They've started already. The excuses. The delays. NOT EVEN STARTED YET and I am already backpedaling. I have decided to move the start date of the new healthier me program to the Tuesday after Labor Day. I just know that weekend will be a blow out and I will fall off. I can see it now, go to the neighborhood BBQ. SW reaches into the cooler and goes to hand me a beer. I politely decline saying I am trying to be more healthy. He promptly calls me a pussy. Then he chucks the beer to me and I send it back saying "No Thanks". He then will ask why my panties are in such a wad and shout at the top of his lungs "FBG is a WUSS!". At which point I will snatch the beer from him and promptly chug all 12 wonderfully cool ounces.
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