Mike was in the doghouse. Since he hit 195 pounds over the Christmas holidays, he had made a vow to not get over 200. He didn't think it would be a problem.He would just cut down on his meals, Two problems with that. One- his wife, Georgia, was a great cook and Mike liked to eat. That had never been a problem as Mike worked construction and was only home for dinner but now that he was retired, he was home for three meals a day. Eating three meals a day cooked by his doting wife was either going to mean Mike would get fat because Georgia believed her job was to keep her man well fed and Mike had not been able to encorporate moderation into his eating. Georgia made enough for Mike and the kids when she cooked (even though the kids had moved out long ago). Mike was happy to eat what ever was put in front of him., Mike had been cutting back, leaving food on his plate and never taking a third helping.no matter how much he wanted to.
At first, Georgia asked him if he were sick. A healthy man would clean his plate.
He said no. He felt fine and then he lied and told her he wasn't hungry. This went on for a few days and then she changed her approach.
"You don't like my cooking!" she shouted at him.
"No, I love your cooking, Sweetheart." Mike pleaded. "It's just that I don't have the same appetite as when I was working."
Mealtimes were getting hostile so long as Mike practiced moderation and in between mealtimes, Georgia cooked and baked wonderful treats that Mike rejected causing even more friction.
By Valentines Day, Mike was down to 185 and looking quite lean in some old 32 inch jeans. He thought maybe Georgia would appreciate her man getting almost as lean as when they were married. She did not. She laid into him about thinking that she wanted her husband skinny. She wanted a man not a boy. She told him that because of all the making of special treats trying to please him, She had packed on 20 pounds since Christmas. He might want to be a twig but she liked her men healthy. He could continue to starve himself if he wanted but Georgia was going to continue to cook for the old Mike and if he wouldn't eat healthy then she would just have to do the eating for the family.
Mike looked at Georgia. She had always been slender with enough curves to make him proud to have her. Now he saw that those curves were on the verge of plump. He had always admired her staying slim while his buddy's wives had gone fat. He considered his options.
"Honey," he said softly, "You are still the best looking wife in town and I'm lucky to have you. A few more pounds doesn't change that. I was thinking that I needed to be skinny to look right with a hot lady like you and, frankly being home all the time with your good cooking is going to make me a fat man. I was hoping to just cut back and keep the weight under control and be a studly a husband as I can be, But that's all vanity. I have a hot chick, no need to get skinny. No need for moderation. But, just so you know, if I let myself go with your cooking, sooner or later, you will have yourself a very fat husband.
Georgia smiled at Mike. He did love her after all. But she hadn't really thought much about Mike's feelings. She liked to cook. Mike liked to eat. But letting this run it's course would mean a larger Mike. She loved Mike. She hadn't really considered how much she would love a fatter Mike. She had to decide.
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