Okay, last night Keith was watching a show on OCD women, women with OCD I should say. One lady was OCD about her house. She literally scrubbed it for hours before she could go to bed because everything had to be spick and span before she could sleep. A second woman was OCD about her weight. She is 5'5" and weighs 115 pounds. This is unacceptable to her. She carries her scale with her to work every day, and weighs multiple times daily. She weighs first thing in the morning. If the scale shows over 115 it will be a bad day. If it is under, it will be a good day. Her goal weight is 100 pounds. She has tried everything, I mean everything, to lose the weight. Keith looks at me and says:
"Wow. If you could take her and mix her with the woman obsessed with house cleaning, you would have the perfect woman."
Now, while I know that he was joking, the overly sensitive side of me automatically thinks "I'm too fat (which I already knew) and I am a lousy housekeeper (which I already knew)."
So, to Keith, I forgive you for being insensitive in your jokes. Now I have to work on forgiving myself for letting myself and my house go. Maybe then I can work on making those things better.
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