Judy watched her son devour mouthful after mouthful without seeming to taste the food. She hated to see him do that to himself. If he didn’t slow down and eat less, he’d struggle later in life. She and her husband had explained to him that it was harder to lose weight as age increased, but he didn’t care.
To be young and foolish again. “Honey, don’t you want to slow down? Enjoy your food.”
He looked up and smiled, patting his semi-flat stomach. “No worries, Mom. I’ll work it off later.”
She sighed. Your uncle used to say that, too.