I haven’t talked about my thoughts on my weight here because everytime I’m open about my efforts to lose a few, I fail. I have blamed it on feeling like I’m expected to lose it, and I don’t work well under that kind of pressure. With my husband particularly, I really rather he not say anything at all to me about it unless I specifically bring it up or ask him a question like “do you think I’m fat?” which I feel he never answers honestly. At 184lbs, I can’t not be considered fat. I’ve got rolls and a belly overhang for christ sake.
I don’t want him to know when I’m trying to lose a few because I don’t want to be asked “how it’s going?” or “should you really be eating that?”. Those comments/questions are just as sabatoging to me as eating a rack of ribs. Just as unwelcome are comments like “We can go to Ruby Tuesdays because they have the salad bar.” That just brings my blissful day to a screetching halt because I really need nobody to remind me in any way about my weight, what I eat, what I don’t eat. It’s on me 24/7, trust me, I don’t need the reminders.
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I mentioned a few weeks ago how Dennis had found out, by accident, that the president of our HOA was harboring a sex offender in her house just yards away from the neighborhood playground and just across the street from a middle school. He said that we should cook up an anonymous flyer and stuff all the neighborhood mailboxes with it. I told him to chill out and that the board of directors must already know about it. He must be there legally, right?
Seems like someone else in the community found out and decided to create an anonymous flyer of their own. The flyer talks about questionably large fines issued for “trivial violations” and questionable money spending decisions by the president of the HOA and how she makes decisions against the will of the other members of the board of directors. It then mentions the existence of a sex offender in our community. And “how many residents with children know that he is living at xxxx blah street?” and “How many residents know that he is the HOA president’s son?” and “How many residents with children know that he is there illegally because he is less than 2500 feet from a place where children gather?” It goes from beating around the bush to coming right on out and demanding the resignation of the president. It included his car make and model and license plate number. It’s signed “A concerned resident and mother”. A poorly formatted letter, at best, but gutsy nontheless.
I told my husband that it felt like we’re living in a real life case of Desperate Housewives.
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