For the past several months, Chris has been going running about 3km every weekday morning, before he goes to work. It turned out that the main side effect of all this running (other than the fact that he's even more of a human puppy than before -- So! Much! Energy!) is that he's lost a fair amount of weight. In fact, he's dropped a couple of sizes.
This wasn't entirely noticeable until I was away in Saskatchewan -- suddenly, his frame started changing and he started getting thinner in noticeable places like his face and his shoulders. Or, at least, the seniors in our church didn't notice until I was away.
And all they knew was this: a.) Maryanne's away; b.) Chris seems to be losing weight like a dying man.
To them, this could only mean three things: a.) Chris isn't eating very well while the wife is away; b.) Chris is really dying; c.) Chris has developed anorexia.
Because of this, each of them seemed to come to the same conclusion: invite Chris over for supper and feed him KFC.
(Now I'm having to deal with each of them and explain "No, Chris isn't 'going overboard on dieting.' In fact, he isn't dieting at all! He bought two boxes of ice cream!")