A couple of weeks ago, my wife and I spent a few hours at our favorite restaurant, and we ordered the appetizer, the entree, and a drink.
She ordered the blue story and I ordered the Weight Gain Stories.
We were sitting at a table with two other couples, chatting with one another, enjoying each other’s company, when she suddenly started talking about how she was pregnant with twins.
It was a little awkward at first, but as she said it, I was getting the message.
She was telling me that her husband, Joe, had been talking to her about his weight gain stories all week.
We knew he had told the stories, but he had never told me what the stories were about.
I was shocked, and it made me wonder if I had been speaking to someone else in my life.
Then, after a moment of silence, she said, “Weird, huh?
No, we’re just friends.”
And I realized I was no longer alone in my thoughts.
Joe’s story was not only telling me how he was losing weight, but also how he thought that I was fat.
I knew that Joe’s behavior toward me was wrong, but I also knew that he was hurting me.
So I decided to stop listening to Joe’s stories.
I called Joe, who was a couple of hours away from our restaurant.
I said, I have a problem.
I think I’m losing weight.
He told me that I had made the wrong choice.
He was wrong to think that I should lose weight because of his weight.
But that doesn’t make me fat.
It doesn’t change the fact that he’s a horrible person.
I asked him how I could do something about it.
He said, Well, I don’t want to talk about it, but maybe you should talk to your husband.
You have to get out of his way.
So, he started talking to me about his own weight loss and how he struggled with it.
At first, I told him that I would never lose weight, and that it would be hard to get me there, but after some time I was able to talk myself into giving up eating.
I also told him about my other wife’s weight loss, and how she too struggled with weight loss.
It really didn’t seem to make a difference to Joe at first.
But then he started telling me about a friend of his who had lost 20 pounds and had gotten his life back together.
I felt guilty, so I began to wonder if Joe had just been talking about my friend, or if Joe was actually trying to help me get my life back on track.
So when I told Joe that I wanted to talk to him about losing weight and to get his help, he was so shocked that I couldn’t say anything more.
We had gone over the rules about how we could go about this.
We discussed how we should tell Joe about the stories.
He agreed, but not without asking me a few questions about my personal life.
I told my husband about my two children, and he said, Do you know what I found out when I interviewed your wife?
Your wife has lost 20 lbs.
and has a new job.
I’ve heard that she is now on her second pregnancy, and you told her that she should be happy with the pregnancy, that she would be healthy.
I could tell you that your wife’s pregnancy has been very difficult, and I could also tell you about how you are trying to be a good husband to your new child, who you hope will help her find a good job in the future.
I had already talked to Joe about my own weight and weight loss in the past.
I even tried to find out what his thoughts were about my wife’s health, but the stories he told me about my weight loss were so different from what I wanted him to tell me about mine.
I thought I was losing the story because Joe didn’t want me to, but it was actually my wife who wanted him not to tell her.
I wanted his help.
So now that I’ve been speaking with Joe about losing and my weight, I’m beginning to realize that I don-t need to worry about losing a lot of weight to be successful.
If anything, I should be worried about losing so much weight that I’ll feel better about my body and my health, and then maybe I’ll lose even more weight.
So as I’m still thinking about Joe’s and my conversations, I want to be careful about telling others about my experiences with him, and about how I’ve tried to help people who are struggling with weight.
Because it can be hard for a lot people to understand the idea that we are “fat people” or that they should “eat more,” or that we should “cut down on our waistlines.”
We are told that if we want to feel “good,” we have to be “healthy,” that our weight is