My husband has become obsessed with fitness. His dad bod took hold about fifteen years ago and he has just decided that he can’t stand it. He has bought a rowing machine, an elliptical machine and weights, that’s just for the house! He has signed up to a 24/7 gym and even got himself a personal trainer. However I still find McDonalds bags in his car. He doesn’t quite get the eating bit of fitness but really seems to have grasped the buying the equipment part. I was at home all day yesterday because we had arranged for exterior painters based in Melbourne to come and assess our weatherboards. They have had better days. In one day, he had three deliveries of fitness DVDS, two packages of workout clothes and a massive box of protein and fitness snacks. I told him that we won’t be able to afford painting our house if he carries on at this rate. He has so far lost two pounds and spent well over two thousand dollars. If he carries on at that rate we will be bankrupt and he will still have a dad bod! The painters thought we were planning to open some kind of home gym facility, when I told them my husband was just having a midlife crisis they laughed. I told him he could start by just doing some more physical activity. I have been moaning at him for months to get on the roof and replace some of the weatherboards because they are so old and decrepit but he is too busy browsing the internet for gym goods. He had managed to consult with the weatherboard painters in Melbourne and arranged for them to paint around his ridiculous gym deliveries. We live in a pretty small house so his negotiation of the space was necessary.