Light at the End of the Tunnel


The husband and I are doing a lot better. The few arguments we’ve had lately have an entirely different tone, and are actually somewhat productive. Have I mentioned the shrink looks exactly like him? He does, only a bit taller. He has two other interesting aspects, and that is his sister has IC like me, and he is an exercise nut like Bruce. So he more or less “gets” where each of us is coming from.

I’ve gotten some email from readers with the same subject line: “Grrrrrr.” This is in regards to my recent entry about the weight issue and I agree…for a while, I thought my husband was being, ummm, somewhat of a superficial pig? But he more we have talked about it, the more it’s become to clear to me he really does consider it a health issue. I married a guy who was vegan just before we met, fasted regularly, and thinks cookies are almost as bad a cigarettes. What did I expect? I mean, I still think that’s insane, but whatever. The other part of the issue is apparently he’s concerned that I’ll get to fat/messed up/sick that I will become helpless. Why he thinks I would do that, I don’t know. Anyway, he is learning to back off. I don’t think he is TRYING to be hurtful. The shrink doesn’t think so, either. If he was deliberately trying to be cruel, then yeah, I think my fingers would be walking to the “lawyers” section of the phone book.

The weight, by the way? It remains 145. (I’m 5′7″).

We’re off to Santa Cruz for a few days for a family outing. Can’t wait to say hello to Pinky.

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I’m 5′6″. I won’t tell you how much I DO weigh, but I will say I’d KILL to be 145. Ok, maybe not kill…..but maim.

I think the fear of spousal helplessness comes up in a lot of marriages. Sorry to hear it came out in a form that couldn’t help but be hurtful. I know (though he’d deny it) my own husband was taken aback when the woman he’d chosen, in part because of my independence, turned into a quivering lump of neediness once left alone with young offspring.. Your man’s worries about your weight may be a quantifiable way of expressing a whole bunch of stresses…even including worries about his own future health and abilities.