*bitchslap*
Just as I’m starting to figure out how to get back on track, I’ve written grocery lists, recipes, etc: Dave texts me (and posts to Facebook) that he’s ‘fasting’ to start off a diet.
Now, he is the type of guy to say he’s going on a diet every week. I’ve kinda started to shrug it off each time he even mentions a diet, but not this time. I told him it’s wrong, told him it’s kinda stupid, told him that fasting is NOT the way to start anything except a doctor’s visit or surgery (and only if the doctor told you to fast). Even told him that he should just go to the doctor or a nutrionist if he really wants to start dieting. But no. He keeps making lame excuses or rebuttals. Like he fasted for 61 hours once (his record, seriously) and lost 15 pounds. I gaurantee you he gained it back. Because he doesn’t stick to anything.
And I’m not trying to be negative with him wanting to diet or eat healthier. I would love it if he would. He just doesn’t. He’ll go a week drinking diet soda instead of regular, but then “oops” have a regular soda and go back to drinking it all the time. He’ll go to McDonalds and instead of getting a burger meal, he’ll get the salad but with fries and dressing and other sides, and it’s hard to tell him that it’s just not that great still (and doesn’t matter if I do because he’ll be back to the burger meal within the week).
I do try to be supportive when he starts a new “diet” mostly because I remember being a teenager and going on different diets each week, and I know I stopped this for a while, but I’m trying to get back on track. But at the same time, it gets kinda old. I still try, it’s just more difficult.
I went back to our texts before and realized my last one was harsh. I just sent a “Honey, I love you and I want you to be healthy. That’s all. That’s just not the way to do it.” text. Hopefully I can get it through to him.
Maybe when we start living together (granted, not for at least a year or two), we can both eat healthier together. It’d be easier doing it together when we can make food at home.
(And more frustrations. Told me he kept the weight off for four years. Still! Honey! Not healthy! Someone keep me from jumping on a train right now to go hit him upside the head.)
Eta: He’s eating something at midnight. Apparently he’s taken his break already (and not eaten) and that’s when he gets home from work. Okay.
