MileyMorphosis

Not me... my husband.

Not me, the one with the sedentary lifestyle and 30 extra pounds of fat I've been lugging around for over half of my life. Nope, it hits the guy who is active every day, drinks more water than a fish, and has maybe an extra pound or two on his 166-pound frame, if that.

Despite my fatness, I'm totally ok. My cholesterol is so good I'm at a negative risk factor for heart disease. My blood sugar is perfect. Yet I'm a total fatso. Genetics are a crap shoot. This is the disease that killed his mother (who didn't smoke or drink) last month, and probably more than a handful of other family members.

Diet trumps lifestyle. 'Cause despite my sedentary habits, I eat as clean as I possibly can. Hubby is super active, but he eats like crap. I think a lot of it stems from his super-Southern family and their cuisine, which absolutely blew my mind; I tried to serve him things like lightly wilted spinach with a pat of butter and some pepper, and he wrinkled his nose and squawked about "Who could eat such tasteless stuff?" because, apparently, the only greens they eat down here are deep-fried in bacon grease and glazed with salt. His diet did improve when we got married, but I still couldn't break him from his beloved processed sausage and bacon and eggs fried in grease (all eaten in double portion sizes at the same time, mind you). I may be a horrible person, but part of me feels like jumping up and pointing my finger and screaming "SEE!? WHAT DID I TELL YOU!? DID YOU EXPECT NO CONSEQUENCES FOR EATING LIKE THAT!? WHAT PLANET ARE YOU PEOPLE FROM?!"

But the quieter, more reasonable side of me (the side that loves him dearly and feels bad that he's going through this) just wants to reassure him that it's not the end of the world. Now we'll both be able to get healthy together, and hopefully help each other stay on good diets for the rest of our lives. This was his wake-up call. He's cooperating with the doctors (after seeing his mom die at age 57, he's got plenty of motivation), and I will do my dead-level best to make it as painless and easy for him as I can. 'Cause he may be diabetic, but we've both "got" diabetes now. (I won't have a problem adjusting--I was a vegan for over 5 years. Nothing scares me.)

It also looks like my drops won't be here until next week, which puts me ending P2 right at Thanksgiving. But with DH being diabetic, that will make things a little bit easier (like maybe P3 easy) in terms of the menu. So I'm going to try to keep looking at this whole thing as a blessing.

Woo. Glad I got that off my chest. Now I can begin to move forward.