Uuuurgh. He's on a health kick. It's very admirable. But he's trying to make me be more healthy and he's getting on my tits.
I had cheesy chips for tea last night and he sat there making pained faces at me. He tuts every time I go for a smoke. And now he's trying to convince me to go out for a walk with him. I'm quite happy lounging in my pyjamas watching Stargate, thanks. It's Sunday ffs.
He has a gym set up in the garage and is always suggesting I use it. We've also got a cross trainer that sits in the corner of the room silently judging me.
Apparently my diet of coffee, chips and fags isn't good enough and I should eat more veg and exercise regularly. Tbf in term time I walk between 4-6 miles a day but it's the holidays so I've done a lot less.
I don't WANT to go on a health drive. I'm fine as I am. And his badgering is just making me want to shovel cake in my mouth.
AIBU? Can I kill him?