From Dooce, in a rerun post:
[My husband] and I are equally fit, but even if we do the same program on the elliptical trainer -- the same run of hills at the same difficulty level for the same amount of time -- he always burns at least 70 more calories than I do. I know that the machine is taking into account the fact that he is 70 pounds heavier, but it doesn't seem fair especially since he always walks in the door after a workout, heads straight to the refrigerator and pours a half a cup of caramel topping into his mouth.
As a woman I can barely handle such an act of blasphemy. The Lord gave him 70 bonus calories and he has the audacity to just pour them down his throat. It shows a complete lack of reverence toward the thousands of women in this country who carefully meter out every calorie they put into their bodies, and he should be punished by having those 70 calories cut straight out of his thigh.
I would just like to say to her: Did you also marry my husband?
(The rest of the post doesn't give the same impression. Fortunately.)
My complaint has long been that my husband can give up chips with his giant, mayonnaise slathered sandwich for a week, and lose five legitimate pounds, and I can drink green tea and eat celery for the same time, and gain ten.
I don't know what it is, I don't know who's in charge of it, but I pretty much tired and tired of it. Is there a Saint for that? It sucks!
Posted by: the cottage child | 26 January 2011 at 07:44 PM
Patron saint for women whose husbands have effective metabolisms? No idea...
Posted by: bearing | 26 January 2011 at 08:51 PM
A common scenario, apparently. If it weren't for beer, I think that my husband might actually blow away. When I wasn't pregnant or nursing I used to gauge my food intake at 1/3 to 1/2 of his.
Posted by: Christy Porucznik | 27 January 2011 at 10:22 AM
It's one of those biological differences between men and women that we're not admit exists.
Posted by: Barbara C. | 27 January 2011 at 09:42 PM