Come on push yourself....

In hopes of some day fitting my ass into my skinny pants, I have begun attending exercise classes daily. While I enjoy being pushed, even prodded a little, I would get extremely annoyed if my mate pushed me through it. Today we had a couple in our class and the guy was killing me with his demands on his girlfriend. If my husband ever told me to do something harder, at a greater pace, I would feel duty bound to kick him in the shins.

This girl was working out, sweating, grunting at times, and he kept up with his incessant nagging. Jesus man worry about yourself. I couldn’t be with a fitness nazi. The guy that eats, sleeps and dreams healthiness. I for one do not need or appreciate that kind of pestering from my significant other.

Furthermore, that guy is the type to scrutinize a few added pounds or scold me when I want to eat a pint of ice cream or down a bottle of wine. Life is way too short for that bullshit.