Living With an Unattractive Partner

So what to do when you are no longer physically attracted to your partner? Well, the word fat is often used to connote ugly. Sometimes you may be living in hell trying to hint to your unsightly spouse to hit the gym lakini wapi. Learning to share bed with all MASS may sound pragmatic but painful and unrealistic. Nobody needs an immobile and WHEEZING drum for a partner.

There are no two way in addressing a growing midstream. Being philosophical may make you look witty but then you don’t need sharp wits in bed, or do you? Cutting the mother figure is no excuse to make your body the bin for all junkies and fat on this planet. Only action oriented towards burning fat will do. As a spouse, get involved in your partner’s life and help him/her retrace the ex-shape that made you go gaga.

Wheezing drum
Sex and all its derivative pleasantries are the FIRST casualties of overlapping tummies and near-immobile limbs. Women are particular cagey about their weights and pointing this out requires plenty of tact alloyed in utmost sensitivity to their feelings. You must endeavour never to offend whoever you intend to help lead a beautiful and happy life. And no matter the reluctance to hit the gym you must not give up on her either. So you either face the problem head on or shy away in gnawing silence so as to REAP growing indifference to sex.

Forget about all the poetry and semantics that her beauty resides inside and that the outside doesn't matter. That white lie is not sustainable in the long run; banish it immediately it hits your lips. The only known cure to this explosive phenomenon in relationship is to adopt a collective mindset in confronting the weight monster. No half measures will suffice. And prescription for the cure is only dispensed in effective communication. No substitute. All the excuses about children and finances only become practical issues with a listening ear and a heart to join in the solution.

Vertical Motions with Horizontal Intentions

Honesty is one rare virtue in all spheres of life including love life. Our pretence to fidelity with the truth is only ankle deep. Behind every honest statement by a lover lurks a selfish intention. How many times have you been invited for LUNCH by an apparently well-meaning friend only to discover to your utter dismay that it was a nothing but an EATING TRAP?

Well, there is no free lunch and even what appears free must be paid in kind. Men are the most cunning species in the dating scene. Most men will do ANYTHING to impress a lady. However, their pretence to be gentlemen to a fault often betrays the devious and ULTIMATE intention in sampling the flesh seated before them in clothes. No wonder date rate is an under reported vice.

Bars and restaurants are usually just emotional holding grounds before the ultimate preying onslaught. Forget the feel-good plastic feeling derived from alcohol. A calculative man will revert to the shortest avenue to have his date’s stability and rational willingly impaired by ale. Makers of alcohol are not fools either. They need the money to keep them in business that is why they must deliver the latent punch through the bottle.

Third lower limb
Going for a dance after the rational nerves have been conditioned in alcohol is only a ritual to completes the jigsaw. In most cases the man is merely oscillating about the mean position in apparent rhythm to music but the whole mental edifice if hours ahead of itself salivating when the eventual laying comes to pass. All the dancing to FAVOURITE tunes is pretence at its best.

Smart men simply disguise dance as the vertical motions with the ultimate HORIZONTAL intention. At such junctures, an average man is left at the mercy of the demanding projection dangling at the junction of his lower limbs. Funny enough most of the time the satisfaction is so perishable and short lived so much so that the heart starts circling her next emotional prey as soon as it collapses in exhaustion. What a cheap way to please your selfish body?

Rewards of Athletism Around the Waist

Go ye into the world, multiply and fill it so the good scripture says. Religion mean different things to different people. The Duggar family parents from Arkansas Michelle and Jim Bob are on a birthing spree. Michelle, 41, and Jim, 42, have been married for the last 24 years and already have 17 natural children with number 18 coming soon. To this amazing couple they are simply following their evangelical Christian movement called Quiverful, which teaches that children are God’s blessing and that husbands and wives should happily welcome every child they are given.

Married in 1984 when they were just 17 and 19 respectively, Michelle and Jim Bob decided to pray for as many children as God would give them. Within a year, Michelle was pregnant with the first of their two sets of twins. What is more, the real estate agents parents claim their family is debt-free. Effective utilization of the ready labour helped build their 7,000-square-foot home in Tontitown. Psalms 123 verse 3 which proclaims that children are a heritage of the Lord is the motivation for the prolific and fertile Bob and Michelle. They simply let the Lord decide for them go athletic around the waist and plant. They are both so proud of their prowess so much so that they consider the choir natural gift. Michelle adds, “we would love more, and the power of the Lord took our faith to give us another one.”

Full house and still counting
The maths is just mind boggling. The Duggar crowd of 17 range in age from 20 years to 9 months. In the mix are 10 boys and seven girls. With two sets of twins, Michelle has gone through 15 pregnancies that ended in 13 natural deliveries and two Caesarean sections. Consider this Michelle has been pregnant for more than 11 years (135 months to be precise) with an average of 18 months between births. The family estimates it has used 90,000 diapers and launders 200 loads of clothes each month in a row of industrial-size washers and dryers.

The Duggar family consumes 5 loaves of bread each day. Their transportation is facilitated by nine vehicles including a 21-seater mini bus. On average all members of the family have combined to work approximately 39,000 hours on their home.

And we thought Africans have large families. Well, if only feeding this multitude would be as easy as the commensurate excitement from ecstasy during their manufacture. The Duggar school for kids would be handy for an African subsistence farming family but a headache at meal times. They would need tagging that threatens to exhaust all letters of the English alphabet.