Okay...
I'm a member of a blog that I cannot unfollow due to a Google glitch.
So, every once in a while, I'll get a post from this website that was written by a ball-less, control freakish, insecure little man.
I got one of those today.
The little dude was whining about his fat wife. She won't work out. She won't do this. She won't do that.
He's not attracted to her and can't have sex with her.
I read all the way down to the end of his pity party and saw her weight.
He estimates it to be 170 pounds. She is, according to him, 5' 4"
That's it?
170 pounds?
The world is ending because she's a little overweight.
Maybe she isn't overweight at all. He writes that doesn't even know her weight.
Maybe he's just looking for an excuse to get a little something-something on the side.
Probably...
I left a snarky comment for Blue Balls Bob and expect a backlash.
Let me help, poor lil' Robbie...
It's not about weight per se but muscle mass and measurements.
I was a model. I was 5' 6" before being injured in a car crash. I am now a little under 5' 5".
As a model, I was a size five and weighed 135 pounds!
During my last year of high school, I was a size 8/10 and weighed 145 pounds.
The doctors say that my ideal weight is 145.
During my 20th high school reunion, I was still a size 8 and weighed approximately 150 pounds. I worked out a lot and had a ton of muscle mass. I had a 28" waist.
I've had a lot of stress. I ran for office and stopped working out daily. Over the past three years of political life, my weight has ballooned to a little over 165 but I feel and look like I've gained 40 pounds. I am a size twelve and hate it.
I work out one hour daily now because I miss hot girl clothes. My waist is less than 33" because my 33 x 32 jeans are loose but I am afraid to measure it. I know that the day those pants fall off, I can start measuring myself again.
Yes, that is how I diet. Crazy, huh? There is nothing more satisfying that parading your hot self around your love ...getting turned on...and having your pants fall off on their own.
Those were the days...
It is not my weight that's the problem. It is that my muscles are not where they ought to be. Once I get nice and toned, a few pounds may drop off -but- I'll look like I've lost much more weight than I actually have.
As a behemoth old lady, my measurements are 38D, <33", 38". I'll shrink that middle back to where I once was and probably have to do exercises to get my boobs back.
Men still ogle me.
I am told that I have more va-va-va-voom now. A guy I've known forever told me that I was 'hot' before I gained weight but ...now my figure makes him crazy....
and yes, I avoid him now because I don't need any temptation in my life.
sigh...
Why didn't I date him when we sat next to each other in school?
Damn....
It's annoying.
Anyway... the little controlling one needs to grow a pair.
It is a myth that thin is 120 pounds. I modeled at 135. In all truthfulness, back then, people were afraid of AIDS and they liked their models with a little meat on their bones. That's probably why I got the gig.
Still... any man that whiny is a control freak looking to have an affair.
And, he should count himself lucky if he can still screw because he knows where the equipment is.
If you know what you're doing, sex with a 170 pound person can be exquisite. Perhaps one needs to brush up on his technique.
Good sex with a 350 pounds person is fairly easy.
It becomes difficult to find the equipment somewhere between 425 and 500 pounds. That is where I draw my line. If I spend more time finding it than kissing it and if I can't use both hands because I have to hold up your gut to access the fun....well....then....we have a problem.
And...young one...
Men don't stay hot for long. Old age does a number on men.
My advice, dude, stick with the lady trying to please you.
Don't piss her off.
Most pissed off women are bitchy and won't give a rat's ass what you want.
Most women get bored of whiny guys and don't tell them what they want.
Bored women aren't very exciting.
Damn...
I sure miss my weekends in bed with nothing but vegetarian pizza and those lovely protein shakes he used to reward me with when I did a good job.
I miss the protein shakes.
If you like making those protein shakes, stop being so damn controlling. If you complain about her weight and make her tired working out with weights, you're going to miss the workout you really do want...huh, boy?
Oh, I studied psychoneuroimmunology in grad school. If you ignore everything else I write, pay attention to this:
Incessant nagging increases cortisol, which inhibits the break-down of fats and slows metabolism.
You could be the cause of her problem.
Hell, you could be her problem.
I hope she runs like the wind.
Love ya,
S.
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