This week marks the official start of “stop being a fat mole and making excuses and get your fat arse into gear because you are a bridesmaid in less than 3 months time fatty”. You didn’t know? Shame on you.
Anyway. I am geared with bad exercise DVD’s, a new sports bra and a slightly higher than ho-hum attitude about it all so I figured…let’s go! I needed to get some 2kg dumb bells for my arms. My fatty, hanging down arms that will NOT show me off to be the maid I was born to be. So they have to be addressed. I asked Rob to pick me up some when he was out and about getting all the bits he needed for HIS latest weight loss obsession. And you know what he came back with?
This. Shake Weight. Do you think he is after anything other than sculpted arms on me?