God, he sounds like mine. Are you sure you aren't me?
Originally Posted by SarahW
You've actually gotten further with yours than I have with mine. Fricken' hypochondriacs drive me up a wall. I think they really like the drama of being so sick. Mine was even going to have heart valve ablation or some dramatic thing next week for his heart arrhythmia but now he has to postpone because he's got some white blood cell problem and thinks he's got autoimmune or leukemia. He probably does have autoimmune because he's got arthritis, inflammation, IBS, all kinds of pain, brain fog that has him thinking he's got early stage Alzheimers and he can't sleep. But even as sick as he is, he Just. Won't. Take. Matters. Into. His. Own. Hands. Doctors and pills have all the answers. Nutrition is woo woo. Even as I've transformed right before his eyes, he scoffs and sneers at any suggestion that nutrition and fitness can lead to health. I even feed him the exalted Mediterranean diet for crying out loud but he can't even see that. No, to him the Mediterranean diet means pasta and I'm trying to kill him eating "all that fat". What fat? For god's sake it's steamed vegetables and fish 90% of the time! I only serve liver, bone marrow and fatty meats to myself. I am so sick and tired of his wanking. Sorry for letting loose with my own.
Anyway, Your man isn't losing weight because it sounds like he's eating way too much. He eats or drinks all day long. His digestive system has no rest, his insulin never comes down long enough to let the fat out before he shoots it back up with a snack.
I don't have an answer for you. I think that Robb Wolf is right and the only answer is divorce. Or just shut up and get ready to wipe their asses in a few years after they've totally degenerated.
Female, 5'3", 50, Max squat: 202.5lbs. Max deadlift: 225 x 3.