Big Beautiful sequel

Alrighty, that last entry generated some interesting private notes…  in addition to the public ones, of course.  I expressed my view of something and got a few "grow up" and "what an arse" comments.  This reminds me why I don’t share my views and opinions more often in public forum.

First,  I never mentioned "stick-thin anorexic b*tches with no boobs" as an alternative.  Ewwww…  gross…  not for me either.  Women who look like I could snap them in half do NOT interest me.  That’s kinda the other extreme, don’t you think?  I would prefer a woman who is overweight by 20-30 pounds…  not underweight by 20-30 pounds, but certainly not overweight by 80+ pounds.  I’m sorry, but when ya look pregnant and ya ain’t…  well…  I’m not too interested in that either.

Second, the "we’re all going to get old one day and wrinkle up and our skin will sag and nothing will look like it used to" comment is just stating the obvious.  Yes, I know, it’s inevitable, and I should grow up.  However, my counterpoint to this comment is, while we are able to, we should all take care of ourselves in a reasonable manner.  I take a shower, do my hair, brush my teeth, and put on decent-looking clothes every morning mostly for me…  but somewhat for other people as well.  If I look good, I feel good, and other people can see that I at least make an effort.  I get regular exercise because I want to give myself the best chance that I can to live a healthy life.  Yeah, I could develop some form of cancer, in which case all of my hard work would be for nothing.  Yeah, I could get into a car accident in which my body is altered somehow by broken bones or a head injury, in which case I’m just wasting my time.  BUT…  although I’m a pessimist and down on life sometimes…  I am not a fatalist of that degree.  While my body works properly, I’m going to walk at a fast pace for an hour a day for at least 4 days a week.  Sure, my back aches a bit and my left knee feels crappy due to mild arthritus, but that’s not going to stop me or be my excuse to call it quits.

Third, I’ve mellowed out in the last 3 years.  I’m not that bad on a daily basis.  I gave up complaining to my wife about her weight ’cause it’s obvious that it didn’t do anything besides frustrate me, plus it was a huge demotivator for her.  I don’t fight with her anymore.  I just ignore her most of the time. I figure that she’ll change if she wants to.  If not, oh well.  We’ll just co-parent and live like roommates for a few years…  or a few decades, until we’re old and flabby and saggy and achey together.

My real issue is with my wife’s lack of motivation to do anything to help herself (see #2 from my previous entry).  Given the choice of an hour of extra sleep or an hour of exercise, she’d take the sleep and I’d take the exercise.  That’s just how it is right now.  Maybe I have such a problem with her because her outlook on life is so different than mine.

• Her:  Exercise?  Yuck.  Don’t bother me.  Pass that bag of peanut M&Ms over here so I can reach it.  Thanks.
• Me:  Exercise?  Sure.  My daily routine is "off" if I don’t get that hour of exercise in the morning.  Besides, after exercising, I can eat a little extra oatmeal or a 100-calorie snack and not feel guilty about it for the rest of the day.

Yep, we’re different.  I’ll have to learn to deal with it and find some way to be happy with the status quo.