Every evening, around 9:00, my, tall, skinny, husband gets up and heads to the kitchen to pull out his nightly pint of Ben & Jerry's. Then he grabs a baby spoon, climbs back into his chair, and takes about an hour to eat the entire thing, savoring every single tiny little bite he takes. That's typically around 1,300 calories and 80 grams of fat each night.
I (the one who only has to lick a candy kiss for it to show up on my thighs) on the other hand, sneak into the kitchen, guilty that my sweet tooth is kicking in, rummage through the cupboard and fridge until I choose from either the 100-calorie currently stocked snack or 10 calorie jello cup with sugar free Cool Whip.
That's just not fair.
So, I've started buying him the Chubby Hubby flavor. At least it makes me feel better and I feel like I'm subliminally sending him a message. It will catch up with him one day, mark my word.