A long time ago I told Jesse to cut me off if I eat anything bad and to remind me I'm gonna get fat if I keep it up. He said no because it would give me a complex. I reminded him he's not insulting me by doing so but pro riding a reality check and that this dose of blatant honesty is sometimes needed especially since I can easily go into goldfish eating mode. Anyway tonight I was eating chocolate covered pretzels and Jesse took the bag and said I'm cut off or I'll get fat. Kudos to a man who does what he's told in the name of trying to help his wife help herself.