By Honey on Oct 19, 2009 in Relationships | comments(6)
On Friday, I went to a training on emotional intelligence, and I have to say that it was really interesting. I’d taken a quiz on emotional intelligence prior to this (check out http://www.queendom.com/) and scored not nearly as well as I would have thought, although firmly within the bell curve. One of the results of the training was to make a contract with ourselves (we were given contracts and the trainer is going to follow up with us to hear about the results) and try to do one thing differently for a month to improve our emotional intelligence. I got a lot of value out of the session, so I thought I’d try and pass some of it on.
Regarding the monthly contract, I chose to allow my emotions to influence my decisions, which I anticipate will be pretty interesting. Sometimes I get really frustrated or angry and then my emotions make my decisions for me (which is different, I think, from letting your emotions influence your decisions), and the rest of the time I pretty much disregard my emotions completely. I’m looking forward to the idea of taking a balanced approach. Continued
By Honey on Apr 16, 2008 in Dating | comments(18)
Ah, the cliche of a great relationship: happy people are fat people. I read somewhere on a blog or website written by a guy (or maybe it was on The Real Housewives of Orange County?) that women have an obligation to remain in precisely the physical shape that they were in when they attracted the guy in the first place. No word, of course, on whether the guy has a similar obligation.
Obviously that kind of expectation is impossible, but at the same time I resent the mentality that once a couple is together they can just let themselves go and that somehow their intellectual and emotional connections will be “enough.” The BF has observed more than once that when he and his ex were getting along she gained weight and when they were fighting she’d lose it (he was in fabulous shape the whole time they dated, which I like to think must mean he was miserable the whole time), but this time the fate of most of America has caught up with both of us. While I’m flattered to think that our relationship makes him as happy as it makes me, swimsuit season is almost upon us and this is unacceptable.
(Not liking what I see, plus we bought our home scale at Good Will and it weighs 10 lbs. heavy!)