I ate a whole bag of chips, threw away the bag and bought another one, same kind, so my husband would think I had stuck to my diet. I've been dieting for 3 months. It's going pretty well. (minus the occasional binge) I jog, but only at night so people won't see my fat thighs and flabby tummy bouncing. The fact that I'm doing something about my weight makes me better than those fatties who just sit around complaining that they're fat. I like to hear the smack of my husband fucking me from behind as his legs hit mine. I wonder if that will go away when I lose the weight.Damn. Confess ID: c4grssdk        Posted On: 08-May-2008