I am delighted, because he used to be CRAZY about diet and exercise, and he'd scold me for getting a bagel. "We don't eat carbs," he'd explain. I would explain that we didn't share a stomach, and that i would eat what I liked.
He would tell me that he wouldn't love me if I ever got fat. And he used to make up songs about how I was fat.
I had a friend with benefits in uni that told me I was getting fat and I was thinner then than I am now. So, not fat. I would be delighted to see that he had gained weight.
I'd have a hard time not commenting on his weight gain after he was such a controlling douchebag. And yes, I'd be THRILLED too seeing that asshole turned into a blimp.
I would only say this about someone who previously tormented me about my weight and food choices.
I feel relieved.
I torment nobody about weight or food choices.
You're in the clear! I really don't usually take glee in these things. But he was such a gaping asshole about food that it's really hysterical to me.
Oddly, his sister had MAJOR eating issues. One time, we came back to their shore house after having been out, and she was in the kitchen with the light off. She started screaming at us because she ate an entire tray of sticky buns, and we knew she'd do that if we left her alone, etc.