Fat Doesn't Weigh More Than Muscle!

1. According to the scale at the doctor's office yesterday, I haven't gained any weight since I've gotten married. If that is true, then how is it that my clothes have magically stopped fitting? I've asked this to several people and I've gotten only one answer, wherein this is uttered, "Well, fat weighs more than muscle." Ummm....I'm sorry, but one pound of fat and one pound of muscle still weigh the same - ONE POUND. I do have to admit that I have gotten rather soft around the middle part, mostly due to laziness.
2. I've been asked to help plan the next Relief Society activity at church. I had to go to a meeting last night where it took us an entire hour just to come up with an idea. Mostly I just sat there and thought, "I don't understand why I'm here. All of my ideas have NOTHING to do with acting like an old woman." I think that the problem is that I'm having a hard time fitting in with people whose life goal was to get married and have babies, babies, and more babies. I mean, I wanted to get married, I want to have babies, but I want more than that, too.
3. I think my job is making me stupid (not to mention the fact that it is also killing any creativity I ever had). My boss has major OCD and is also a micro manager. He asks me ten different times if I've finished something and then when I do finish it, he goes over it with a fine tooth comb for ten minutes. The other day, we fought for fifteen minutes over the placement of a comma in a letter I had typed (him because he is OCD and me because I knew I was right AND because I was looking for a fight). In any case, I now feel like I can't do anything without his approval first. I can't even make the simplest of decisions. I don't do anything until he tells me to, which is funny because he's always preaching about Stephen Covey's, "The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People", where the first habit is to be proactive. Being proactive here only gets me in trouble.