We’re headed that way for visits with both our mommas over the next couple weeks. Looking forward to it. Except I’m a bit worried about visiting Steve’s mom, my mother-in-law. Now don’t get me wrong, she’s a great lady. I like her fine. None of the usual complaints about overbearing, interfering mother-in-laws. She does adore her son though like any momma should. And that my friends begins the problem, he is shrinking. How can I return her boy to her skinnier than he left and he was awful skinny then. Ya’ll know a shrinking son won’t fly with a Southern Momma.
I’m perplexed by how this came to be. He eats more than me- considerably more, although we both eat less than we did in Lexington. Van living is not conducive to pig out nights. We eat well but simply in the van. Rarely do we carryout pizza to the van or pick up pastries. That said I still have to pay attention to calories and carbs. I find scales to step on occasionally- keeps me honest. I’ve fought a good fight this summer and managed to maintain. Steve, he eats three bowls of pasta to my one and then we go shopping in the boys’ department. Not to give the wrong impression he isn’t exactly scrawny. In fact he is way more brawn than scrawn. It is a mystery to me how with our similar level of activity, he keeps losing body fat while I stay the same? I disagree with all those books about women being from one planet and men another, but when it comes to metabolism we must hail from separate galaxies.
In thirty- six hours it will be ‘home to momma’, I’ll tell her I tried, point out his thick legs and well defined arms and welcome whatever home cooking she wants to try on him.
Not even this will fatten him up.