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.~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PE9Qm8mShik
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?
I’d think living with Leanne laughter alone would be enough of a workout.
Enjoyed your movie clip…refreshing to see people getting along so well inspite of racial differences. Enough about that. Chris, you know how much I love both you and Leanne…..don’t tell, but especially you….please don’t fall into her web of lies about ……oh god….working out. Just a flimsy, transparent ploy to shop for and purchase new outfits to “not exercise” In. I know…I came from the same blood. Furthermore, ok, so you have an extra pound or two……all the more to love…and great squishy hugs. Nice blog love to all.
I want her to get Jules’ hair. Although it may add a pound.
“From Dusk ’til Dawn”
I feel your pain, buddy.
Today, I went to the beach front with my children.
I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She placed the shell to her
ear and screamed. There was a hermit crab inside and
it pinched her ear. She never wants to go back! LoL I know
this is totally off topic but I had to tell someone!