Judge Not

My wife is always on a diet. She's always trying the newest things, too. The cabbage soup diet was brutal around here. Then there was the Atkins Diet, the South Beach Diet, the Miracle burn diet and several others. It wouldn't be so bad except for two reasons:

1. She makes me do them with her.

2. I think her body is perfect.

The problem is her mother. Her mom weighs about 95 pounds (most of the time) and when she's skinny, she gets onto my wife about her few extra pounds. And that just irritates the snot out of me. Her mom goes through phases where she'll eat a dozen donuts a day for a few weeks, gain some extra pounds, and then lose them again. But nobody ever says anything to her about her weight. But Heaven forbid anybody around her be a little overweight.

I'm the type of person that says, "Live and let live." I think that's the best way to go through life. Don't tell me that I need to lose weight when you're eating a dozen donuts a day. I know I have a few extra pounds. You're not telling me anything I don't know. It's like those people who will tell you that you should give money to the homeless, but when a person comes up their car window to ask for change, they roll up their windows and lock the doors.

Just stop telling people what they need to do. We all have things to work on and nobody has the market corneered on perfection, no matter what they might think.