I want what I want

I’m a horrible sh*t.  I want what I want, and there’s nothing that’s gonna change that.  Oh sure, people will judge me…  say I shouldn’t want, or I am crazy to want, or whatever.  So be it.

I drive to work about 15 miles a day, one way.  Every morning, I see people exercising…  walking, jogging, or bicycling.  Most of the people who do this are fairly fit.  Some are not, but I commend their efforts and respect their decisions to seek fitness.

I want my wife to be like that.  I want her to get fit, or at least die trying.  I want her to see exercise as a benefit to a happy and healthy life, not as a cursed torture routine.  I want her to look better.

I look at some of the women and think, damn I wish my wife looked like that.  Now before you get horrible ideas that I want my wife to be a size 10 with a flat belly and awesome tight butt, let me set you straight.  While I like looking at those types of attributes on women, I know that my wife will never ever have them…  and thusly, I do not expect my wife to EVER look that way.  I *would* like her to have a smaller belly, have less flabby arms and legs, and lose the double chin.  Yes, that’s what I would like.

OK, so I can want what I want.  I can ogle the hot women who exercise every morning as I drive by them.  I can "wish for different" all day, but it’s not going to make a difference…  my wife will still do what she wants to do (or sit around and NOT do whatever).  I’m resigned to the fact that I may never have non-missionary sex with my wife because she’s too big to keep herself aloft in another position.

All I can think is…  oh well.

*sigh*