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"I&amp;#039;m at a comfortable weight right now. I&amp;#039;m not super thin, or overweight. I&amp;#039;m in the middle where I watch what I eat during the day, but don&amp;#039;t deny myself toast in the morning, a glass of red wine at night or a fabulous piece of dessert once a week (or five, depending on my mood.) I walk around neighborhood with Rex three times a week, but I don&amp;#039;t haul my butt to a gym nor do weights. I&amp;#039;m at a crossroads: I want to lose that final five (well, ten, but come on) but I&amp;#039;m not ready to do what it takes to make that happen. This means I also have no real right to complain - which is a real bummer. I had the same sort of scenario going on with my sex life. 8 years of marriage had found me in a pretty comfortable position - in and out of the bedroom. It wasn&amp;#039;t that I found my husband unattractive, nor did I find sex to be repugnant. But I wasn&amp;#039;t swinging from the rafters, nor dreaming of the new sex toy I was replacing my &amp;quot;kid basket&amp;quot; with in our bedroom. &amp;quot;Move over Light Saber, there&amp;#039;s a new wand in town! And unlike you, I&amp;#039;m the one making the noise.&amp;quot; Though I don&amp;#039;t light up. That would be really cool. Moving on. If my sex life were a holiday, mine could best be described as steeped in tradition. I knew what to expect, when to expect it, and point for point how everything was going to unfold. This was not necessarily a bad thing. Rituals are what make the chaos of life manageable. Sex was always warm, nurturing and downright... predictable. Like watching &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s a Wonderful Life&amp;quot; every year, the plot (and the action) wasn&amp;#039;t fresh anymore. I was also tired of all that black and white movement. It was time for some explosions in Technicolor.  Once again, I&amp;#039;m ready to remake the classic movie of my life. Change, of course, won&amp;#039;t come easily. (Nor will other things, but that&amp;#039;s another post.) With children and economic fears, not to mention house cleaning, cooking and all the orgasm sapping evils that come with the responsibility of raising a family, a new mindset must be adopted. And so, along with the &amp;quot;Driving the kids to school&amp;quot; Act will be the &amp;quot;Mommy is going to have some fabulous hair&amp;quot; Declaration. Partnered with &amp;quot;Buying socks for the kids&amp;quot; Credo will be the &amp;quot;New panties for Mama&amp;quot; Clause. And leading the &amp;quot;Fill the AVR with as many Scooby and Strawberry Shortcake cartoons in the history of time&amp;quot; Proclamation will be the &amp;quot;Take in some much needed boob tube relaxation on your own&amp;quot; Doctrine - such as Oprah&amp;#039;s Best Sex Life episode. With all this new focus, speaking of boobs and tubes, I think it&amp;#039;s going to be a fabulous New Year. Anyone have some similar bedroom goals? I say make it a law! You have the right to remain sexy! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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