How to be a supportive husband to a dieting wife:
Me: Hey, since you’re out how about Chinese take-out? I could do Mongolian Beef.
K: But you’re on a healthy eating streak and you’ve been doing so good, are you sure?
Me: I know, but I just woke up this morning craving it. The way they saute the onions and mushrooms, and the flavors, spicy and sweet at the same time. Just this once maybe?
K: Yeah, but there’s always a ‘just this once’, don’t do it, fight the urge.
Me: Sigh. You’re right. I don’t want to mess up all my hard work.
K: I’m driving past a Chick-Fil-A should I pick up your favorite salad?
Me: That sounds awesome. Thanks so much. You talked me off a chopstick cliff.
K: Not a problem, I know you can do it.
How not to be a supportive husband to a dieting wife:
Me: What are you going to get? The sandwich? Nuggets?
K: I was thinking about getting the Mongolian Beef from the Chinese place down the street.
K: Your description has me craving it now too.
Me: Um, are you really seriously going to get the Mongolian beef and eat it for dinner while I sit across from you eating a salad with no dressing?
K: Wait, do you think I shouldn’t? I won’t if you don’t want me to.
Marital Public Service Announcement #1: If she responds no its fine, get the Mongolian beef, I don’t mind. It’s not fine. She minds.
He changes diapers, loads the dishwasher and buys me flowers just because but it appears that mind reading still eludes him completely.