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We have had a most unusual situation in our home these past few weeks..the husband decided to lose weight. He didn't tell me so of course..he is not one for talking to his wife..but I noticed the decrease in the demolishment of my pantry supplies and the fact that he no longer sent staff scurrying to the coffee shop for his substantial lunch courses.
And it was time. To be quite truthful, he , a true ectomorph, was beginning to look gross in his clothes, and nothing in the kitchen store cupboards was safe. I had lost count of the times I had left him to graze alone at the kitchen table after midnight. Not to forget how he demolished the $100 of candy the daughter gave him for his midMay birthday, alone and unaided, by the end of the month. I had taken to hiding any goodies I was saving for grandchildren, unsuccessfully, usually,to the point that cookies kept for them were stored in the freezer of the outside drinks 'frig.
That is, of course, all very well for HIM, who still eats three meals a day including a well-cooked dinner at night- his weight gain having been the result of an increasing preoccupation with food- a kind of compensation, I suspect, for other physical pleasures now denied him. Not so easy to tell a woman whose weight has increased over long years, or a diabetic patient, for example, to just "stop eating".
I arrived three days ahead of him, and spent most of that time cooking, assuming he would be as preoccupied with eating as my husband was. After all, I figured, that was the way to a man' s heart, was it not? Or so I had been conditioned. I cooked , on the strange stove, in the holiday apartment, in an Adelaide heatwave, rather less than the husband would have expected served to him in the same time, but enough to impress, I thought.
So I am quite used to vacating the table when I am finished my meal, and leaving him there. And there he would stay, quite often till the wee small hours, as the biscuit packs, candy and cheese wrappers and nibbly boxes mounted up around him. Often, he would go to sleep still sitting there at the table, but more often he would sleep in his layback chair in the lounge, food alongside, nodding off as soon as he had gotten comfortable. Later, much later, he might stagger to bed.
Men? They don't just OWN the world, they INVENTED it!
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