The growing pains of change

My husband is leaving me for a job. He actually got hired, and will venture out one day this week to begin his new career. We're not sure which day he'll start, so here we hang in anticipation.
Tim, my husband, is a slender fellow. He is one of those eaters who is perfectly content with one helping at dinner. If he's not quite full, he simply decides to eat again later, if he gets around to it. I, on the other hand, don't consider dinner Eaten unless I am full to bursting.
Tim forgets to eat during the day when he's busy. I remember to eat every time I pass the kitchen.
Tim doesn't really snack. He will prepare an entire meal, consume a little, and be perfectly satisfied. To watch me graze, you'd think I live in fear of an impending food shortage.
Which brings me, eventually, to my point.
With him working all day, he's going to forget to eat on a regular basis. This will make him thinner. If he gets thinner, I will look larger. It is a husband's responsibility to be more substantial than his wife at all times! I firmly believe this. Perhaps "firmly" is an ill-chosen adjective.
Being trapped in a house with my offspring all day is going to make me eat more. This does not bode well for my figure, nor for my self esteem. Clearly, Tim is at fault here. If he would stay home and pamper me, then I wouldn't have to worry about such things.
Worry isn't good for me, either, and it tends to make me shop.

Currently, I am sitting in bed with my netbook on my lap, whilst my handsome husband lifts weights in the garage. Who is serious about keeping their weight in line, eh?

I'm actually kind of excited about this new phase in life. I don't relish the daily separation from Tim, but it's going to be new and different. My vision includes an efficiently run household, and a vigorous work-out schedule. Perhaps lunch with the ladies now and then. In fact, I may have time to actually have girlfriends again. Ever since being married, my friendships have rather suffered. It's a shame, because I have some fantastic girlfriends.
My goodness, there is bound to be much to write about, what with all the change and eating and friends. When will I ever have time to parent?