What the hell happened to me? All I can remember is on the evening of April 20th I went to sleep dreading the fact that tomorrow was going to be my 35th Birthday. The morning came and nothing out of the ordinary happened. But here I am today 20 pounds heavier. Since My birthday it seems that my metabolism slowed and the crap that I normally eat hangs out with me a bit longer. People tell me that it doesn’t appear that I gained any weight, but than there are those who make the comment of how nice it is for me to be pregnant with Robin. What the hell does that mean? Anyway, my eating habits are not primo, which probably has something to do with stress and my exercise routine of lifting a cup of coffee to my lips along with curling a doughnut in the same manner. However, it was my friends’ 40th b-day last week and as a gift to him me and a few buds went on a 24 mile bike ride with him (he’s a big cyclist) which yes, I did finish. He wanted to do 40 but my friends and I agreed that it was too early for our wives to spend the life insurance money.
So what did happen? Why is it that all of a sudden I’m gaining weight when my entire life to this point I was a stick?
I feel the need to buy a new leather jacket and a very red sports car.