“People who are overweight don’t want unsolicited advice. Guess what. We know we’re fat. We live in homes with mirrors.” ~ Al Roker
Had not seen a girlfriend for a while. We hugged, greeted each other warmly and began to move on to our separate destinations. As I walk away I hear the smug comment: “Yuh like yuh put on some weight tho …”
I paused mid-stride. Of course she said it in a nice way. Of course she meant well. And what a wonderful confidence booster for someone who insists on resisting the fact that no matter how much she exercises or God forbid tries to starve herself (on those desperate occasions when wardrobe malfunctions appear inevitable), her aging menopause ravaged body will never comply or go back to the fit and trim look she was so proud of a few short years ago. I wanted to take back my hug. Continue reading Do NOT Test This ‘Fat’ Girl
Have you ever sat with someone you loved to have a meal? Even if the food wasn’t that great, you were ok and content, comfortable in the fact that life was good right? But let’s flip that around and think about having a meal with someone you did not like. This person may have been abrasive, judgemental and rude (a real back-stabber gossipy type even) but you had no choice but to sit and eat with them (think work, family or church related scenarios for example). Did you feel as though the food was going to make you ill? Did your intestines feel as though they were tied in knots? Did your stomach or chest ache? Did you wonder just what you would have to do to detox your body and mind from the meal when you got back home? Yup, I believe we’ve all been there and done that.
So all I’m going to do now is refer you to the wisdom of Proverbs while asking this one last question:
“What are you eating today and who are you sitting down to eat it with?”
“May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. A loving doe, a graceful deer– may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be captivated by her love.” Proverbs 5:18-19 (NIV)
“I hate failure and that divorce was a Number One failure in my eyes. It was the worst period of my life. Neither Desi nor I have been the same since, physically or mentally.” ~Lucille Ball
I’ve found that men usually hesitate to talk, willingly or otherwise, preferring to steer away from intense communication. It was the case in most of my relationships and it was definitely the case in my marriage. Things would lie dormant, then fester and fester, like mold silently but consistently growing on old cheese.
When we finally discussed the issue, it would have grown from a dust ball into a mountain that could not be climbed far less surmounted. And then over time, it became too late; too late to recover from the everything that had led to nothing.