I typically lose weight after the second birth, I walk with sticks. I usually beat the neighbor, but she is often scorned... and here my beloved husband decided to support me morally and socially :D He went (or rather went on the big ), with me for the company. Here is a picture of the oil:
A puffy aunt, with sticks in her hands and with a short breath like Darth Vader's, cheers boldly to meet fate. And around her 2 meters, a pumped uncle cuts circles on a bicycle. Sometimes, he tries to encourage with a low, pleasant tone of voice such as:"Gather a clutch!" or "Ma - ня, чем - pi - he!" or"Podenjmi, old lady, or you will collapse!", and all this with a serious mine, so that apparently no one would guess that he is joking. The people of us are worshipped.