hey KT & ND am I meeting youse at the PPoP tomorrow?

Yes, that does seem to be the plan.

Sorry about the rage Raq. Yes, there are a number of possible outlets for that.

Hmm, I do consume a lot of soy product. And here I thought it was the Buffistas skewing the Kinsey!

Stopped by to see if anything was new at grocery store. Manager said that the police came by and took the video to examine. At least they are keeping on it.

I just spent 1.5 hours in stop and go traffic to get 6 miles. In the car with the DH, who is still mad at me for not indulging his caliper fetish. I am in a savage rage and am likely to kill someone today (oh, did I mention PMS?), and I'd just as soon it be someone what needs killing.

Your DH is still alive and capable of driving a car and he is still on the caliper thing. These things don't go together in my mind.

Raq, I might be able to understand your DH's attachment to the calipers for himself but anger at you for not opening up yourself to a measurement that is potentially discouraging, depressing and opening up a whole can of body issues pretty unrealistic.

The body fat issue with men vs women drives me BATSHIT. We are BUILT TO HOLD FAT. Full stop. Breastfeeding, childbearing, etc--we're genetically predisposed to carry more fat than men. Men can lose weight easier because they carry more muscle than fat. When women drop below a certain percentage of body fat, we stop having periods (which, regardless of your views on menstruation, is considered a bad thing).

You're gorgeous--I've seen the photgraphic evidence. You're fit, healthy and look great in a pair of pants. What more could anyone possibly get from you by caculating how much body fat you're carrying around? I hope R gets over this thing, stat.

It's ridiculous and he should buy you some flowers or something.

Poor EM. I hope she can get some coping stuff going on. Creepy note came along at the exact wrong time. I wish I had some Xanax to give her.

I wish I had some Xanax to give me.

DH got back from Vegas late, late on Monday night. Then he had to get up and go to work yesterday morning. Last night, he came home at 6:30, at the dinner I had fixed and gave the kids a bath. The kids were asleep by 8 and we went to bed by 9.

Also in defense of me not being gay? I can't dress myself remotely fashionably,

This is always my biggest defense, too. Well, okay, second biggest. My biggest is "The vast majority of my sexual desires are for females" which tends to be a big sign, i think.

Still, apparently having read the entire "Gossip Girls" series, not to mention "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants," confuses people.

I REALLY thought I was getting sick last night, but woke up this morning feeling totally fine. Yay!

I think that study must have been sponsored by the American Beef Producers Association, or something. Maybe someday being gay won't be considered a Bad Thing and they'll have to resort to "Eating soy-based foods ruins your eyesight and makes your palms hairy."

I can't tell you people how much your support on the caliper thing helps. R so fully believes he's Right on these things that I start to feel like my opinion is dumb and his is fact. I know I'm overweight. I know that every medical exam I have lists me as obese. I also know that I do 400 calories worth of aerobic exercize every day and watch what I eat, and do more exercize when I can. I'm not an athlete; I don't need the exact data (as if calipers give you exact data).

On the other hand, over lunch he indicated he was relenting, and took it with a wry smile when I called him a control enthusiast.

We are BUILT TO HOLD FAT.

And I do a great job at that I tell ya.

I'm glad to hear he is relenting. The obese thing we have already established as absurd. Although I am not anywhere near my ideal weight per charts, I know from past history that I am overweight in that range too. I have the tiny bones. Our health and how we feel is the only reliable gauge.

I don't get trying to get other adults to bend to our will. It's nice when both Brendon and I are on the same health/diet kick, but it rarely works out that way. I may be on raw fruit and jogging while he is on pizza and yard work. Or he may be on Atkins and playing ball daily while I am in wine and books mode.

Calipers are ricockulous in my book, but some people like em. You can't want for other people. You can't quit smoking for other people. You can't end stupid relationships for other people. People can only do for themselves what works for them. I don't even like being in the position where I have to tell kids what to do. I'm so very unlikely to try and tell an adult what to do.

I'm likely to get all ranty soon, so I'll stop.

Cashmere honey, how is your back this morning?

Fit and thin are not remotely the same thing. I'm really boggled at this - I can see the original suggestion, sure, but to keep pushing at you about it? I don't even know what to say to that, except it makes me really freaking uncomfortable and angry on your behalf. I'm glad he's starting to let go, but I hope he has some glimmer of why it's so incredibly inappropriate.

My MIL often makes a fuss over how "nice and thin" my SIL is. MIL is a large woman, that's where DH gets it, and she thinks thin is the super ideal. I jump on her when she says that shit. SIL smokes 3 packs a day, drinks, has spent so many hours in the sun that she needs leather soap. She is thin because she is about the most unhealthy person you ever met. I need and want to lose weight, but I wouldn't want to switch bodies with her for nothin'.

I'm a little sensitive on this with my upcoming trip to resort land with my ex-boss - she's freaking out dieting and she's a svelte size 4. And very fashion forward. It's a lot to live up to.

But it should be very fun, once I banish the demons. We had a coversation about what to pack yesterday:

"So, we'll want to do really nice one night - dresses, heels, the works."

I agree.

"And then one night super slutty. And that leaves one for...casual sexy."

I'ma end up better dressed (and with a lot more effort) on vacation than I ever am at home.