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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Time-wasting links regarding the pain of others
Why you should always wear a seatbelt (not gross, don’t worry)
Enema Jewelry - okaaaaay.
Blood Scarf - via Planet Dan
Skater falls and crashes - not for the squeamish



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.