“I used to be able to eat like that,” Marc said, pointing to the waiter who was carrying a platter with a huge, mouthwatering burger and a bucket of crispy French fries to the table next to theirs. “Now look at me. I’m eating like a goddam rabbit,” he added, looking down at his salad.
“But you know what the doctor said,” his wife, Patti, said. “Do you want to have another heart attack?”
“Sometimes I wonder if life is worth living if you can’t eat what you enjoy,” Marc said. “My diet consists of salad and rice cakes, for crissake. I am not even supposed to add salt to give the crap I’m allowed to eat any taste.”
“I can fix healthy meals for you at home,” Patti said.
“But the kind of meals you’d fix for me are tasteless,” Marc told his wife. “How can you expect me…
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