Folks, I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve been bitten by the love bug. (Awwwwwwww!!!) Instead of spending weekends catching up with friends, I’m enjoying road trips with my Smoochiebear in search for the best French Toast south of the Mason-Dixon Line. Instead of greeting Mr. Sun with my running gear for a quick work out in the morning, I’m opting to eat a hearty breakfast of super-greasy country ham, bacon, and cheesy egg omelets, oatmeal, and a strawberry-banana smoothie with a side of bagels and cream cheese made by Mr. Love Bug himself (Bye, bye, Ms. Vegetarian!). Late night cuddle time just isn’t the same without two bowls of cereal and whole milk, stale popcorn, and Izzies while losing yourself in the second season of Game of Thrones. But all is not lost in the world of expanding waistlines, “love” handles and potato chips. There is a plus-side. There’s healthier options like running a 5K with my sweetheart, beating my old record, and then celebrating by finding the nearest yogurt shop and smothering 20 oz. of awesome creamy frozen yogurt with two pounds of cookie dough bites, brownies, Reese’s cups, toffee bits, and a hefty drizzle of peanut butter sauce and loving every bite.
I guess you could say I’ve been under the impression that love would obliterate the hell out of calories and fat. When you’re in love, there’s no need to train for a marathon or lift weights to get into shape. Love will run that marathon for you in record speed and lift those weights without you ever having to lift one finger. Then one day you wake up and realize your pants are now one-size too small, you haven’t worked out in weeks, and you’re happily answering to sweet words of endearment like Chica, Big-Head, and Doll-face. Folks, love is sweet, love is beautiful, but love can be fattening.
Folks, I’m on a mission to get my thunder thighs and belly jelly under control, even if I have drag Mr. Love Bug into weekly Zumba classes with me (Oh, wait….I already have) and continuing to stay madly in love. Even if it means that I will have to spend hours each week making green juice with MacGyver, my favorite one-armed juicer with a missing drip guard (No worries, there’s nothing that aluminum foil and rubber bands can’t fix). Any advice on how to fall in love without gaining an extra chin?