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Men, women, weight

I've been told, both recently and fairly frequently through my life, that I spend way too much time thinking about some things. Like, I analyze them to death. Like, in the case of personal conflicts I try to view the other person's perspective whenever/wherever possible to be as fair as I can. Which means I tend to think a lot about a lot of stuff a lot of the time.

And I sometimes exhaust myself. Ok, often I exhaust myself.

And, my husband has pointed out to me from time to time, that sometimes a person is just a douche. No thinking or considering their view/history/intent is going to change that. And, he appends, once a douche, always a douche.

Life is simpler for him in many regards. He has clarity of vision that I lack, and I respect him for his clarity while also acknowledging envious feelings as well. I wish I could do that, but I'm not wired that way.

Anyhoo, about the weight thing.

Hubby and two of his colleagues have bet tickets to an Isotopes game on who can lose the most weight in six weeks. They had their initial weigh in yesterday, scheduled a halfway weigh in, established rules, etc.

This represents admirable initiative while tapping into the highly competitive male psyche. Which never fails to amaze me. (That and the double dog dare thing. Who thought THAT up?)

So last night hubby and I are chatting while preparing dinner and I ask him a few questions about his plan, his methodology, his strategy for dealing with hungry days, etc.

He looked at me and said, 'Well, we're not using pills of any kind. Those are off limits. And mostly we're just going to exercise more and eat less.'

Hah.

Ok. Well then, clearly his approach and mine are different. I'm a veteran of Weight Watchers, who has helped me on two occasions drop ten pounds (I think it's exactly the same damned ten pounds!!) that I could not seem to peel off my body. I love Weight Watchers. The have awesome recipes, a plan that makes sense, and more importantly, works for weight loss, behavior modification, which is a huge part of it, and for establishing permanent, beneficial lifestyle changes that make keeping weight off easier.

The nut, though, is that it's really all about exercising more and eating less.

The annoying part? Hubby will probably be able to drop his weight really fast, much faster than I was ever able to because for me it melts off molecule by molecule, not pound by pound.

Mars. Venus. Waist size. Ass size.

Time will tell, right?

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