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My husband is on a diet. Being the supporting, loving wife that I am, I'm along for the diet ride too. If I eat one more piece of chicken, I swear to God I'm going to start clucking and shitting feathers. If I eat any more salad, I will grow rabbit ears.
I would chew my arm off right now for a Reese's peanut butter cup. I would.
Blognut
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Make sure to eat some fish too to get your omega-3's
glad to hear that it's going so well! congrats!
omg, I wish my hub was on a diet. holy crap you should see the shit he just delivered to our apt. and now, IM THE ONE EATING IT ALL.
Diets are for losers.
Sorry. I couldn't help myself.
Dear Kettle,
It could be worse: you could be pretending to be on a diet so that he (who needs to be on a diet) would go on a moral support diet with you, so that maybe he would get more fit. Now THAT is twisted. Who does that?
Love,
the pot
Oh good--glad it's not just me that fantasizes about candy and/or suicide/homicide/spousicide during dieting . . .
Don't you have a closet? With a shelf? Where you can HIDE CANDY?
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