Yeah, this is a bit in bad taste, but hey - you're here because you like ASOIAF (GOT) so you're hardly in a position to grumble about bad taste.
“Everyone thought he would choose Fair Walda. My lord grandfather offered Roose his bride’s weight in silver as a dowry, though, so my lord of Bolton picked me. I weigh six stone more than Fair Walda, but that was the first time I was glad of it. I’m Lady Bolton now & my cousin’s still a maid, & she’ll be nineteen soon, poor thing.”
— Fat Walda, A Storm of Swords
Not such a foolish choice you know, considering Westerosi Winters last for years and years, with the food from summer gradually running out and the people reduced to cannibalism and eating their boots. Fat Walda's on track to be a survivor.
Which is good, cos we all like Fat Walda!