So Clive and I have been going to the gym for the past month. I LOVE going to the gym. Seriously, it makes me feel so good. Clive’s been doing a lot of weight training in order to gain back some of the weight he’s lost since moving here (and basically becoming a vegetarian). He’s gained five pounds already! I, as well, have gained weight. This was not the plan. Clive says, “muscle weighs more than fat!” blahblahblah, which I know is true, but I also know isn’t the reason for the weight gain. This additional three pounds can go to hell because I’m doing everything I can to lose weight for my wedding dress shopping in three months. My love affair with the gym will not go on much longer if this shit keeps up.





