When I started to fall off the wagon, I knew that he had to, too. I started cooking nice dinners and guilting him into eating them because I "spent so much time cooking them." (I would load them up with butter and cream when he wasn't looking.) I brought bad foods back into our cupboards that I knew he couldn't resist. When we had our scheduled classes at the gym, there would always be something extremely important that we had to go to. It only took about three weeks for him to be done with the weight loss, to abandon his online journals and stop talking about it to friends. Now, he's back on his side of the couch, eating takeout Chinese and watching TV with me.