On Saturday, my whole family had dinner at Adam's house. Afterwards, all the kids went to go play wii fit. Except I refused to do the body test because I didn't want Adam to find out how much I weigh.
Later that evening, I realized that since we're getting married in six months and all, we should probably get everything out in the open. So, I brought out the scale and let Adam in on my biggest secret. In exchange, he will be watching all three seasons of Friday Night Lights with me.
The truth is that Adam and I weigh basically the same amount, even though I'm a foot shorter than him. I'm hoping that this will change by the time we get married. Maybe I'll pick up some tips from those glamorous French women while I'm overseas this semester?
Or I could actually start working out.