My funny husband is going post-al on my blog today. Here is his take on my new fitness regime. . . if “refusing to eat a third piece of cake” can be called a regime. Here he is.
In the movie Pulp Fiction, Samuel L. Jackson’s psychotic character Jules states that “my girlfriend is a vegetarian, so that pretty much makes me a vegetarian too.”
This happens just before he terrorizes the hapless, stuttering Brett. Jules works himself up into a lather, quoting scripture, taking a bite out of Brett’s Big Kahuna burger, and ultimately splattering Brett’s insides all over the room.
~Since this a clip from a Tarantino film, expect foul language and violence.~
Ironic Mom, my wife, is on a fitness kick, so that pretty much makes me on a fitness kick too.
Not that I don’t need to be more concerned with my diet and exercise regime. I’m carrying around way too many pounds, and I enjoy the mental benefits of working out.
It’s just that I usually start a program quietly.
I reflected on this fact while Leanne grunted through a Pilates workout in the middle of the living room while I was reading. Later, when she wanted to talk at length about us eating more quinoa, I smiled and nodded while watching the muted Raptor’s game over her shoulder.
Living with a blogger is interesting. Living with a blogger on a diet turns you into Brett, stuttering and trying to answer correctly while staring down the barrel of Jules’ gun.
Does this skirt make my hips look smaller? Does it?
I’m buying new workout clothes, okay? Okay?
Why do we have so many carbs in the house? Any idea?
Gaining a pound after a week of working out is okay, right? Right?
If she starts quoting scripture at me, I am out of here.
Which movie best describes your fitness regime, or lack thereof?