Together

Hey, honey. Time to go to the gym. Yes, today's the day. Remember our little New Year's Resolution. Don't tell me you're giving up already. You haven't even done anything.

What's wrong. You're embarrassed about that? Your little potbelly? That's nothing to be embarrassed about. That just means you like having a good time. Think about it, how did you get that cute little tummy, hmmm?

Did it start in the summer when I learned from my family the secret to making delicious homemade ice cream? Or was it in the fall when I bought too much Halloween candy and we ended up binge eating all of it while watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?

Or was it Thanksgiving when I helped my mom roast that 20 pound turkey? Certainly my sisters made quite an impression on you. I mean, did we really need five pies? And remember how you challenged my little brother after dinner to that beer drinking contest? You were so big I had to undo your pants for you!

Or, maybe it was all the Christmas baking I did? The cookies, the brownies…the chocolate. You can't resist. I mean if it was just the food, that would be different. You were a little on the skinny side when I first met you. But when it's MY cooking, oh no you can't resist. No man can nor should be able to resist food cooked with love.

That's my real Christmas present for you, your cute little belly bulge. An inch of pinchable goodness all the way around your waist marking you as mine. And as you well know, you aren't the only one with a soft little potbelly. These past months we haven't gained an inch in height, but we're certainly added one or two in width.

We'll have to give up our tummies though. It's just not in season anymore. Now is the time for activity. First walking and talking, nice and easy. Then cycling and jogging. And finally your favorites, running and swimming. Also we're going to do your usual bodyweight exercises. Remember, we're push up king and queen 4 life. We've got to defend our title. And of course lots and lots of lifting.

We'll be pumping iron so hard our tummies will just melt away into sexy six-packs. Not all at once though. I mean, if we went right now we could hardly do anything. The two of us on the treadmills, we'd look more like we're bouncing than running! I break a sweat just watching those girls on the ellipticals. We'd be absolutely drenched. Can you imagine having sex like that, our exhausted bodies, our round, soft bellies sliding...

You want to go, don't you? Hehe, sure thing. I've got your shorts right here. No matter where, no matter what, we'll do it together. You and me, together.