I’ve been going to the gym now five to six times a week, for about five weeks. The usual routine is wake up when kids do, get hubby off to work, feed children and self, get kids and self ready to go, go to gym. Saturdays I work out with hubby. Lately, I’ve been going Wednesday evenings with my hubby because his workout buddy goes to church. Last Wednesday something very humiliating happened to me. Take a deep breath, sit down if you need to. My husband of six years peeked at the number on the scale when I weighed myself.
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Some might say I’m overreacting, but this is a big deal to me. I am very sensitive about my weight. Am I obese? No. Overweight? Yes. I am trying very hard to lose it. The weight that is, I ‘lost it’ a while ago. 
Another thing you should know is that I don’t tell anyone my weight. Not my mother, not my sisters, my father and brothers probably wouldn’t care, but still, they don’t know. The ONLY person who knows would be my doctor. And know, my husband.
Probably the worst part of the whole thing was how nonchalant he was about the whole thing. “I still weigh more than you do.” Your a six foot two inch tall man, your supposed to weigh more than me. I’m veritically challenged at five two, but don’t care. Good things come in small (or short) packages. But I digress.
I just think it was wrong. He knows I’m weight sensitive. I didn’t look when he weighed himself, but then again, he wouldn’t have cared. Am I being to crazy and female? I know it’s not very pirate-like to be so upset, but pirates do act by their emotions just as much as the next weirdo.
Tell me what you think.
