Jelly of the hub
Monday, October 12, 2015
Our kid is 15 and barely literate. Or at least it appears that way sometimes, and since we spend a lot of time together she tries so hard, and I try so hard not to, use words like "jelly" and "salty." I can't say the words aloud - they are ridiculous - but darned if they don't pop into my head as if they were part of actual language.
Anyway, I am rather envious of the hub. We've been married two decades and he can still fit into his wedding suit; I'd need surgery to fit into my wedding dress. His "diet" includes eating 2 Ferrero Rocher chocolates every day; there is no way I could stop at 2. Once I start popping those babies, it'd be just a matter of time before I'd be staring into an empty container wondering how the Ferreros disappeared so quickly.
The hub eats something every couple of hours - he feels peckish easily. But he is so good; he eats one serving and stops there. I guess I am envious of his self-control. I'm sure I could write a whole thesis about how our different childhoods led us to form different (un)healthy approaches to food. But really the why doesn't matter. We're who we are, and one of the things I admire about the hub is he doesn't have any food obsessions. Fortunately our kids take after him. I'm glad I'm the only one messed up in this family!