These are nice... I need to plot out something! I actually try to eat in front of him as often as I can, and he's either a) angry because I eat a fuckton of food, or b) angry because I eat a small portion without switching into ravenous-monster-of-fatland-mode an hour later. Ultimate anger ensues because I'm 115 lbs (5'4'' female, gotta verify these days) and can eat greasy, deep-fried stuff multiple times a week without exploding horizontally. Moderation and biking and stuff, you know. All the things that don't work.