So DH and I were talking at dinner last night, and because he's been eating a tad bit less at dinner to help support me, he has lost about 20. freakin. pounds. Since my surgery date. Without even trying. Without even doing a sit-up. Or eating well (I find proof of his snacking -- like Famous Amos cookies -- when there's an empty box sitting on the counter for recycle). I can't believe it. Boys suck.