He's started sneaking food. . .

It isn't easy playing Jiminy Cricket.  I have tried to be very encouraging, praising every pound lost and saying things like, "We'll start over tomorrow" when a day hasn't been too good.  Portion control is very difficult, especially when he acts like he is on the Bataan Death March and I know perfectly well that he has eaten enough - or more - today.

I don't want to be TOO repressive because I don't want him to start sneaking behind my back.  But after he had been bugging for a while to have more food, I reminded him that he had just had his snack for the evening and maybe a nice glass of ice water would be good.

I heard some odd goings-on out in the kitchen and went to investigate.  He was stuffing the remnants of a slab of bread and butter in his mouth.  He looked guilty, but he did it anyway.

I'm NOT a flipping warden on Death Row!  I'm a wife and I don't aspire to be a widow!  There must be a fine line between helping somebody and imprisoning them, but I haven't learned the fine points yet.  I'll be grateful for any help I can get.  I'm still new at this.