Chi's words struck him deeply, and they were probably all true. He was most likely stuck in his chair, he probably<span style="font-style: italic">couldn't</span>climb those stairs, and he'd most definitely outgrown his clothes again. "So then..." he started, "What do you want to do about it? Put me on a diet?"<br/><br/>To his horror, that was exactly what Chi intended to do. She severely limited his food no matter how much he begged for more, and he never got any desert. On top of that, she gave him a strict exercise regimen and it was like torture. He'd gotten so out of shape it wasn't even funny.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, it took a lot longer to loose the weight than it had to gain it. They did make progress though, and in a few months Reese was only about fifteen pounds heavier than when he'd arrived. He could even fit in his original clothes if he worked a bit. Reese thought it was an event worthy of celebrating, so at dinner time he asked for seconds, something he hadn't done for a while. Chi said no, of course, but he was persistent.<br/><br/>"Come on Chi, bring me seconds!"