Darren is pretty small too, although he has a little pot belly over winter but loses it pretty quick when he starts training around November (he's a waterskier). He drinks coke for breakfast, no food, eats what ever I give him for lunch and if I don't give him anything he won't have lunch, just more coke. I try to pack him healthy dinners for work, sandwiches and soup and fruit, he likes lollies and coke at work too. Before I started sending him with a packed lunch he'd drink coke and get chips from them vending machine, and eat whatever vile disgusting slop the cafeteria had recycled from the bottom of the deep fryer. And then he'll have a big pigout when he comes home from work on toast with honey or vegemite or bikkies with cheese. He also drinks a lot of beer. He loves food but he's lazy so if I don't cook it he don't eat it. Well, he's not lazy, he just doesn't like cooking although he's quite good at it when he wants to be. I don't think following his diet is going to help me out too much. I think his big secret is he never stops moving. It's unbelievable. Not long after we started going out he got really really sick with a golden staph infection and he could barely get out of bed but he still managed to reorganise every cupboard in the house and mow the lawns and keep the place spotless. If I have a cold I say I'm too sick to do the housework. He just can't sit still. It's freezing cold at the moment and the middle of winter but as we speak he's outside cleaning the pool. Who for? I don't get it.