Love in a Time of Carbohydrates
My girlfriend is hot, but she also has hot flashes. She’s fit and healthy and beautiful, but she’s entering a stage of life during which it has become harder for her to be pleased with her body, and that has led us both (because being unaffected by this is not an option, I’ve learned) into some amusingly unsuccessful attempts at dieting.
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She is absolutely enamored with the idea of the 30-day challenge trend, and she wants to extend it to everything. We’re each currently involved in two (at her behest), and she’s actively and officially encouraged the undergraduates in the classes she teaches to undertake them as well. Oh yeah, it’s that serious. We’re talking that level of obsession. It’s not just an idea she likes for her, it’s an idea she likes for everyone. That’s how these things go.
It might sound like a drag for me, but it is not. And the reason for that is not because I adore her so much that my tolerance is inordinately high. It’s because I can’t wait for the hilarious disaster that follows the good intentions. I mean, she’s great and all, but the real treat is the inevitable train…
