Suppose you are married and

I would have him take care the baby while I was at the gym.

Well, i ain't gonna marry some fat slob. So i dont have to worry about him having nicer boobs than i do.

My husband had man boobs and a stomach built by beer and roast potatoes. I liked to play with his soft squidgy boobs and blow raspberries on his stomach. A body for snuggling against is much nicer than being alone for hours whilst he's down the gym and admiring himself in the mirror. That said there's balance needed in everything. Health is important. My husband died prematurely because neither of us kept in shape enough and that's something I have to regret for the rest of my life now.