My husband sometimes gets a little nervous about big change, and we are in the middle of buying a new home. Needless to say, he is coping well with a lot of coca cola and potato chips, and isn't getting up so easily in the mornings to go to the gym with me.
His spare tire is slowly growing back (which is fine with me- I didn't marry him for his fine good looks or vast riches ), however, without realizing it, I have noticed one or two pointed questions that fall under the category below.
That's O.K. I owe him one or 6 million mind harrowing "am I fat" questions from my less confident youth before I had figured out that death, mother nature, and tax collectors could care less about cellulose.