My wife has been morbidly obese since I first met her. I hardly noticed at first, I was attracted to her kind and pretty face and ocean blue eyes. If I thought of her heavy set body at all it was “I can work with that.” Sue was otherwise healthy and fit, she swam regularly for exercise. Her personal hygiene was impeccable, which is good, there’s few things that turn me off more than out of control B.O. no matter what the weight. That’s along with underweight women, a skinny bag of bones is a turnoff for me from the start. There’s a lot to be said for shade in the summer and warmth in the winter, Sue’s my 5'11" pillow. Let’s hear it for women of substance. Having said that, I’m concerned for Sue’s health lately, as she gets older she’s put on more weight, she hardly swims anymore, she doesn’t walk much, and her balance is shaky so she can’t get around our condo very well. Sue’s always been a slow mover, she’s the tortoise, I’m the hare. I don’t care if she’s overweight, but I want her to be healthy. Our teenage daughters have been practically begging her to “be less lazy” and take better care of herself. Sue definitely weighs significantly more than when we got married, she takes medication for high blood pressure, her GP has been warning her about her weight gain…dammit, I want her to be healthy, that’s all. She’ll always be heavy, I’m OK with that, that’s what I married.