Sunday, January 31, 2010
I love vegetables. I love whole grains, and fruit and yogurt and walking, and being outside, and walking my dog and walking on the treadmill. He is happy to sat and watch reruns of shows we have already seen 50 times or some sports thing that nobody will care about in a year. If dinner isn't brown and white, he won't eat it. That's fine for him, his choice. But he expects me to be right there with him. We are not on the same morning schedule, so I can pretty much eat healthy for breakfast and lunch. Dinner is painful. He wants his meat and potatoes. And bread and butter.He wants me to cook and eat with him. I can , I do. I don't want to. I do add a vegetable to my meal, but I don't feel like it's enough.