Every since I saw Dr. Phil on Oprah talking about men, diabetes and how an oversized tummy can bring it on, I've been a little aware of my husband's growing middle.
He's like a kid...as soon as dinner is over, he's at the pantry (with the gang of people we call kids) searching out cookies. They moved on to ice cream till I stopped buying both....but he's a big child...that can drive. To go buy his own snacks!'
I had Ti-voed that episode of Oprah and sat him down to show him he only has one body and he must take care of it. I think it scared him. Yesterday at dinner he said, "No...I'm not having potatoes any more..." Course an hour later, his friends came over to watch the game and he drank three beers and ate a bag of chips.
Is this the time to ask for more life insurance?