I think I will always be hoping for another chance. But I didn't text her hoping she'd come over to help and just swoon. I mean, even I'm not that starry eyed.
In fact, I really don't like asking her to help with anything apartment related because it hurts when she says yes. She seems too eager to help me out when it comes to developing a separate life.
D10 said something interesting. W made her do situps last night while watching TV. She said W has been working out -- finally.
It'll hurt if she gets back in shape for someone else. For three years, as she went from a size four to a size 16, I'd try to ask if she wanted to go to the Y with me or running or biking.
She took it as a slam at her weight and proof I wasn't satisfied with her. But she told me early in the M that if she started to gain weight and look like her mother I'd need to push her.
So again, I couldn't win, but at least she's finally realizing fad diets don't work. You have to excercise. She knows that. She got down to a size 2 after D10 by running with me every day. She got down to a 4 after D7 by doing these Power 90 tapes every week.
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