Eureka. A breakthrough. After 8 years of marriage, in the midst of cleaning all the nooks and crannies that H always ignores on his “get-it-done” cleaning sprees, I realized the way we both view, maintain, and clean the house resembles the way we view, maintain, and “clean” (i.e., solve problems, avoid negative communication, etc.) our marriage.
He’s going through the motions, but he’s not actually getting the job done, and I have to go back and do a lot of the work he missed, the next time I do the job. But when I clean, I get so bogged down that a lot of other things are put off, or I do a rush job on them, or I don’t even get started on cleaning, because I’m so daunted by the project (which, partly, is because I have to also take care of the things he missed).
His idea of clean is, “I ran the dishwasher, everything in there must be clean, so I’ll just put everything away without looking at it.”
My idea of clean is, “Well, the dishwasher sometimes misses stuff, so I better make sure it’s clean before I put it away.”
Somewhere, we need to find a happy medium between his laid-back, “I’ve got better things to do in life than worry about the details,” and my “It’s not clean unless it’s spotless.”
Probably if we had kids, we’d be too busy for this sort of navel-scrutinizing BS! 
At any rate, on the weight-loss front, I capitulated a little at the church auction and actually ate the dinner (things like mashed potatoes w.sour cream & butter, roast beef shoe leather, iced coffee, regular coffee with cream, and a mini-chocolate cup with chocolate mousse piped into it. And poppy-seed dressing, walnuts & mandarin oranges on the salad).
But I was pretty good on Sunday, although my 2-our nap screwed up my eating schedule a bit. I was 192.2 last night, but 194 this a.m.
Still, my weight-loss from last week has been 5-6.8 pounds. Not bad!
PITFALLS AVOIDED, Saturday: Breakfast buffet options like bacon, biscuits, danish. The winery with all the snack food & alcohol. I also could have eaten a lot of other stuff at the banquet, like the chocolate cupcakes Sheila passed around, candies and cookies on the table, wine, beer, all of my salty green beans.
PITFALLS AVOIDED, Sunday: Pizza. H brought up pizza. No way, no how.
FUTURE PITFALLS: None today!
Posted on May 5th, 2008 by nike
Filed under: General
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