Yep the old hen thinks that since she has gained a few stone, and a scoop or two of gravel, we both have to go on a diet and I need to rant about it.
The thing is I have been in the same weight range of 250 - 260# +-5 for some 14 years of which this year I am down about 14 pounds and two full pants sizes from my highest and largest three years ago. (Traded a bit of fat for some muscle.)
She says she wants to lose weight but does absolutely nothing related to eating better of getting more exercise. She supposedly started this diet a few days ago however today we had a large pasta meal for supper followed by a trip to town to go to Dairy Queen for fully loaded ice cream dessert. 
After that was a quick trip to the home building center to get some stuff to fix a leaking bathroom sink and some hardware supplies for the shop. At the end of the shopping I grabbed my four bags of 15 - 20 pounds of odds and ends and headed for the car whereas she however took her one 32 oz bottle of laundry soap, or whatever it was, and carted it all the way to the car which was maybe 60 feet from the front door of the store even after I commented, "Really? You want to lose weight and get exercise but carrying your one item to the car is too much work so you are taking the cart?" 
When we got home most of my stuff had to go to the shop some 200 feet uphill from the house but I had to park right next to the house so she didn't have to walk so far with her bottle of soap. I however carried my bags up the hill to the shop without a second thought.
According to her none of these little things are why one of us is gaining weight while the other has stayed in the same range for a decade plus. Really? 
Now I am supposed to go on this diet with her for her moral support but personally I would rather chew and ride her butt until she gets her eating and exercise priorities in the right order. 
BTW the other day she did ask me if the shorts she was wearing made her look fat. I said no they don't. The foods you eat and the lack of physical exercise is what is making you look fat.
I think a part of this came from last weekend when we leveled and packed the new crushed asphalt on the driveway. I shoveled and raked and she ran the vibro packer which is for the most part self propelled and can be steered with one hand.
It was around 90 degrees and calm with fairly high humidity. I shoveled and raked about two - three tons of material into place while she slowly walked around packing it.
After about one good hour of work (I was really surprised she stayed with it to be honest) she was beet red sweating hard and looking like she was going to have a stroke or heart attack. I however was just sweaty and dirty. 
Anyone else have to deal with nonsense at home?
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