by Dissolution » Thu May 10, 2012 8:35 am
carollynne We had a fight Tuesday night and she wound up throwing the cookies away.
The wife is slightly more supportive than it seems from what I report on. She will nudge me to the gym if I decide to skip a day for no good reason. She will sometimes be creative and make something like that pasta salad, or the chili or the veggie pizza for me to eat.
Then there are times, where I honestly think she is trying to be supportive, for example she found jelly beans that I could have and bought them. Well, I don't want jelly beans. So at first glance this may look like diet sabotage, and it could be. What I think it is though, is her feeling that my way of eating is devoid of any form of joy and happiness. She honestly believes this. Sometimes she really is just trying to make me happy.
lmggallagher I guess because she seems to be so adamant about her food aversions, I don't think of food addiction. One of her favorite things is to watch the cooking competition shows on food network. The one restaurant we go to that cooks like that, has a 50/50 chance of making her mad if their food is too complicated. She is very emotional about food. I guess that could mean she is a food addict.
purplerain It's weird what triggers me. I could see cold cuts and cheese and not even have a inkling of desire, but cookies? Damn you cookies.
AlwaysAgnes Thanks for the links. Since we're bringing a cooler anyways, for stuff we might buy, I might pack a little bit of food just in case.
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My friend was telling me that his mother caught a skunk in a trap, and left if there to die, and now because in trying to escape the poor creature managed to fill the trap cage with dirt and his mom can't lift it. She's a Mennonite. I realize that you don't want a skunk on your property. I know I'm a new vegan, but I have to think that my past self still would have thought this woman's actions as horrible, cruel and mean. I'd also like to think that if there is a God, that he has special places to put people who can be so cruel. Seriously, if this had been a dog or a cat, police would be involved and people on facebook would be posting about it for weeks.
Mother's day is this coming Sunday. The wife is having a hard time because this will be her first Mother's day since her Mom died. She had suggested we go to a restaurant, we'll call DD. We've only been there once, maybe 4 - 6 years ago. It was expensive, boring, the service was bad, and it took 25 minutes to get our bill corrected. It's also, mostly a seafood restaurant. The wife hates most seafood, but will occasionally eat lobster.
When I got home on Tuesday, she asked if DD was where we wanted to go for M-Day. Earlier in the day I had looked up a place we will call PF. PF is a restaurant located on an organic farm, everything is local and fresh and the menu changes daily depending on what is available. So I suggested PF. She blew up!
Her rant was fairly crazy, but near as I can figure, she thinks organic is just an extension of veganism. Therefore organic is liberal hippie BS, and going to a restaurant like that is like drinking the kool-aid and following the masses into veganism. I know right, it's hard not to laugh when she says this stuff. The masses are vegan? Really!? I told her she was the one drinking the kool-aid set out by the meat and dairy industry. She is currently refusing to go anywhere on M-day.
The conversation just got stupider from there. It restarted again when she came to bed. The biggest change to come out of it is, I will no longer refer to milk or any dairy product as poison cow juice. Apparently this is taken as me pressuring her and accusing her of trying to kill the children. I also had to apologize for calling her Thanksgiving day stuffing, assbread.
Last night she was complaining about not feeling well. She went to bed very early. A little while later she asked me to bring her diabetes kit. Her meter will not read above a blood sugar level of 500. Her bs was over 500. She did not have any insulin, she refused to go to the hospital, she refused to take any of my left-over metformin (I left it on her bed side table and later found out she had taken some). I monitored her for signs of her condition becoming more acute. I made sure she had lots of water. She asked me to make her some dinner, she wanted chicken noodle soup and watermelon.
Here's the somewhat funny part. It seems like it's been years since we've had a good watermelon. I bought her a small one a couple of weeks ago, and we both tasted it and threw it away. Sunday night when we stopped by the organic grocery store, we bought one of theirs. It was the best watermelon either of us has had in years. So I guess in her world organic restaurant = liberal hippie trash and organic watermelon = awesome.
Her blood sugar was down below 400 this morning. I'll be picking up some insulin today. She has her first doctors appointment in a few weeks, maybe something will come from that. I've tried to tell her, how to fix it, even just how to make it better, she won't listen. Says she would rather die. I've tried to explain she would see improvement, just by cutting back on fats. She refuses to eat corn or potatoes or carrots without tons of butter, she refuses to eat green beans without butter and bacon. Not that she eats vegetables that often anyways. She points to her Mother who recently died at 84 from colon cancer (who hated vegetables) as an example of health.
Just keep on keeping on... you know the secret, just stick with it and you'll get there!
