OK, here are the piccies of the bastard hill I have to go up and down twice a day, it really is my definition of hell...
This is the view from the top, you see how high it is by the view of our fair little city below!
And now on to the tale of the shrinking husband. I'll have to do a before- after type picture to see if you can tell the difference, but Ryo-chan is shrinking, he's lost 10kg since April (lucky bastard!!) and continues to lose weight. He claims it's because he's constantly running around (literally) at work, but I'm not convinced. He's also stopped taking rice for lunch and last night had a tiny little okonomiyaki while I chowed down on my second one complete with sausage and cheese topping. Does anyone else sniff a wiff of anorexia!?!?
I confronted him with this theory this morning and this is how our convo went:
Him: I don't need rice today, just tea.
Me: You're going to get skinnier, stop fucking dieting, it's making me look even worse than I already do!!!
Him: I'm sexy any time but I'm soooo popular when I'm skinny, you better watch out!! (squeezes my chubby bits)
Me: Fuck off! I'll divorce you if you're too skinny!
Him: I can't help it, I lost a kilo since yesterday! (big smug grin)
Me: You weigh yourself everyday?! You're flipping anorexic!
Him: No I'm not, you're just jealous! (more smug grins and chubby bits poking)
Me: Whatever byouki (sick) boy.
I guess it'll just take a while for me to get used to, he was really skinny in his old surfing days photos. I should use it as motivation, although I have been running everyday for the past two weeks, let's hope it pays off soon. Unfourtunately hope won't battle the marshmallow addiction that continues though, I have no idea what it's about but I feel compelled to play chubby bunny every single day.