My BF is 15 years older than me so I've started to realize that it is hopeless that he'll ever join me on this. He can blame everything on his age and attribute any success I get to my youth.
He absolutely HATES anything that even smells like preaching. He knows all about everything and there's no changing his mind. With 15 years more experience in life, not to mention 15 more years of reading stupid magazines like Discover or Nature, plus success getting his cholesterol down a million years ago when he followed the 8 Week Cholesterol Cure, there's simply no arguing with him when my resources are internet blogs and diet books.
He doesn't like to eat so much meat. He believes saturated fat is going to kill him. I make separate meals when it's my turn to cook. So, to try and make it obvious, I get steak and vegetables while he gets frozen pizza. Bwuahahah! I hope he sees the irony. My food is real and has like 3 ingredients. His comes out of a box and has a million ingredients with unpronouncable names in the crust alone.
Even though he's allowed to throw big hissy fits at me about anything and everything, I'm not allowed to do the same, not even complain about the hissy fits and tantrums he's allowed to throw with impunity. So I eat the pork chop he cooked with gratitude but not the baked apples with brown sugar and cinnamon underneath it and hope and pray that that omission on my plate doesn't cause an outburst of whiny pouting (it didn't). I go to bed hungry sometimes if the meal he made had hardly any ingredients I could eat. Whatever. I'll live. Maybe someday I'll kick his ass. We'll see.
I'm just waiting for the day he finally bursts into a tirade about the house smelling like bacon all the time. I do a million dishes and take my trash all the way out to the outside can so he doesn't get mad about bones and meat wrappers in the house. I hide the more offensive ingredients in the fridge so maybe he won't have to look at it. Meanwhile, there's a whole cupboard that explodes with corn chips whenever I open it. Gosh I hate all the tip-toeing I have to do, but he's a prissy little tyrant with a sensitive side. He actually is trying to be supportive even as he doesn't realize how badly he's failing. I mean, he did make me pork chops for gods sake and they were delicious.
This morning I had ground beef, bacon and eggs for breakfast while he had cinnamon swirl toast with almond butter and diet 7-up with tart cherry juice for breakfast. He, I'm sure, felt health-conscious and superior. But I'll tell you one thing, I ignore his complaints about arthritis and getting old. My frozen shoulder vanished on this diet and I don't limp out of bed as much anymore (due to hiking injuries that are finally clearing up after two years). I can't wait until I'm total arm-candy. Maybe that's the day he'll change his mind. Or maybe that's the day I'll kick his ass.
Female, 5'3", 48, Starting weight: 163lbs. Current weight: 135.
Starting bench press: 30lbs. Current bench press: 75lbs.