That would be a great start. Just by getting out of the apartment he'd be doing both of them a "huge" favor...man LVL, take your wife somewhere.
The other day, based upon a comment the 404-pound guy here, who shovels grain at the local grain elevator five and a half days a week, said, I checked google for stores for big and tall men in Last Vegas.
There's tons of those stores there.
The gigantic primitive and Jeanette could go strolling through those stores, sizing up suits for job-hunting, and perhaps even putting a couple of them on layaway.
Or perhaps there's an indoor ice-skating rink somewhere in the city?
Or one of those live shows of chorus women kicking up their heels?
Going out for any reason, mingling with other people for any reason, would melt the fat away like butter on a hot day in the Sandhills. I don't see any calorie-burnage cooping oneself up in an apartment playing computer games.
Surely there's a roller-coaster and bump-cars
somewhere in Last Vegas.