Friday, June 05, 2020
Severely frustrated. DH went to his nutritionist appointment this morning... and found out nothing. Apparently, he was not told he needed to log every bite for 3 days and bring that to the appointment. And then she wouldn't even talk to him and said he'd need to reschedule. So, I'm waiting to see if we get billed for that worthless appointment, and he's refusing to go back for another appointment due to his wasted time, and I almost agree. Isn't the idea to tell him what he needs to do from this point forward? I don't think she needs to know every bite he's had to give him advice. Our only experience with this kind of thing was when I had gestational diabetes. I had to meet with a nutritionist in my specialist office for the GD and there was no log beforehand. We met, she walked me through checking my bloodsugar, discussed a foodplan for me, and sent me on my way to work on it and then follow up. Why should this be that different? And now, the one chance I feel we had to get my husband to change his eating is going up in smoke. He volunteered to recall everything he had for 3 days to her, but she was worried he might have forgotten something... seriously, you can get a good picture and then move forward. Geez.
Of course, we've discussed it for the past couple of days and he just flat said some things will not change, period... like his sweet tea. He's not convinced it's a big deal, he doesn't drink that much, and no, he will NOT work on reducing the sugar so it's not as sweet. He was an EMT for 6 years, so obviously he knows more than me, and nothing I say applies to him anyway as he's twice my size and male. AND, then he brought home TWO CASES of packages of crunchy donuts from work yesterday. Really? But that's not a problem either. And I'm not allowed to complain because I don't have the self control to stay out of them. I'm so...angry, and worried, and sad. For the whole family right now. I'm not going to say anything more to him. He'll eat how he wants until he can't anymore and he has to be put on meds I guess. I can only work on making changes for me and the kids, and I can't control what my grown man of a husband chooses to eat and bring in the house. I love him, but I want to shake him.