kevin had been doing great - and he was really looking great, too. i could already see a difference since he started the p90x program.
but we hit a snag.
he didn't work out on friday, saturday or sunday. he didn't work out today.
we ate burger king and noodles while out christmas shopping on saturday. he stole my sort-of-well-hidden reece's cups from the freezer. i know it was him, because i found the little wrappers in his pants pocket while doing laundry. it was a king size, too. and now i feel bad for buying it and for not hiding it well enough.
and we have christmas cookies in the house. and those are being eaten, too. someone ate a whole tin of cookies that i had packaged up for the neighbors but not yet delivered while i was out tonight. i sort of hope that connor did most of the damage. well, maybe not. I don't want him pigging out on cookies either. maybe they threw them away?
he didn't eat a good lunch on monday because it was his office christmas pot luck. and even though i prepared his breakfast and lunch for today, he didn't eat it or even take it to work with him. it sat in the fridge all day. every time i opened the fridge, i saw it. so, i didn't feel like making him a special p90x dinner. plus, i had plans to go out tonight. i did see that he at least got around to eating the salad i made him for lunch while i was out.
but now i'm about to put lex down for the night. i'm the only one up. this is when i would usually start making his breakfast and lunch and snacks for tomorrow. but i don't feel like it.
one - it's a lot of work.
two - i don't know if he'll eat it
but, if i don't make it, then i'm going to feel really bad. he can't eat right without my help. but i hate making it if he still doesn't eat right.
in the past, i'd given up responsibility for what my husband eats. i can really only be responsible for what i eat (and lex, by default), and for what connor eats (mostly - i can't even control that all the time). honestly, the only person who can make sure kevin eats well is kevin. and i can't relate. if i don't want to eat something, i just don't. i know others have problems leaving snacks and cookies and cakes alone if it is there, but that's just not me. so i don't get it. i try to understand, i really do. but it's frustrating.
i'm done with my rant. i suppose i should go try to whip up something exciting and healthy from his meal plan.
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