It may seem like a cliche, but it’s true that a majority of the events that we attend with the Fat Acceptance group revolve around food. And in many cases, not just a regular meal but something involving eating excessive amounts of unhealthy things. Most people in the group, Sarah included, are very much unashamed of the fact that they like to eat a lot, and doing it with the group is a chance for them to not feel like they are being judged for it.
So we went to a little Halloween get-together with the group last night. We didn’t want to be out late since we’re moving today (more on that later) but we figured we’d make an appearance.
One of the things at the party was a snickers eating contest. The woman hosting the party had bags and bags of those miniature snickers, not the really tiny one-bite ones, but the small ones that are maybe about 2 inches long. She had so many of them that she asked each participant in the contest to pitch in $5 just to help cover the cost of the candy. The objective was to see who could eat the most of the miniature snickers in 5 minutes.
Sarah decided to participate even though we had just eaten dinner and she knew she didn’t have the appetite to win. It was still interesting to see the ferociousness with which some of these women went after the candy. Sarah ate 52 of them, which broken down is more than 10 per minute, or approximately one every 6 seconds. Seems pretty impressive to me. But the winner ate over 100 of them. Pretty shocking.
So today is the day we move in together. We had sex this morning for the last time in her old apartment, and as we laid there afterward we talked about our commitment to each other and how moving in together nowadays is kind of like what marriage was to our parents generation. Those were her words. So when she said that I asked if that meant she didn’t necessarily want to get married. It was the first time we’d ever even discussed marriage, and I wasn’t sure how comfortable I was talking about it. She responded that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me, but wasn’t in a hurry to get married.
I told her that I also wanted to spend my life with her, and isn’t that the same commitment you make when you get married? We just don’t have a government issued sheet of paper.
The movers are doing all the work now, it’s great to sit back and let someone else do all the lifting.
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