have been with my b/f 11 years. i started as lc over 4 years ago and have been lc/primal a bit over 3. since i am the cook, he eats what i eat at meals, but i will often add a starch for him. most often it's rice or potatoes and i will sometimes have a bit of that. we buy local, organic, grass-fed milk, cream and ice cream, local pastured eggs, same meats when we can and shop our farmers' market in summer. we are in new england, so plenty of local fish/shellfish. as my diet cleaned up his did too, by default, lol.
last year he FINALLY gave up his beloved cheerios after reading enough about gmo/round-up ready grains. he buys good artisan bread and drinks beer, so has plenty of gluten. although he's active, his body composition has changed since hitting 50, he snores WAY more than he used to and complains about his longer recovery time after a soccer game or skiing or whatever. i try to cajole him about experimenting with excluding gluten, but he won't budge on that.
compared to other men his age, he's in good shape and healthy. all his cw markers are good.
as somebody else mentioned, if he was sitting on the couch every night stuffing his face full of doritos and outgrowing his clothes, i'd be struggling. i have no desire to have sex with a fatty and i don't wanna be a nurse as we get older.
cooking and food are both a very important of my life. i grew up italian-american and meals were the stereotypical big deal. however, for the b/f, both his mother and ex-wife are lousy cooks. he could not have been more thrilled the first time he ate a meal at my house, lol. as we've gone along, my cooking is one of the ways i show that i care about him.
successful relationships most often need some matching priorities. if food and activity are big deals for you, being with a cookie-chowing sloth is going to get old really fast.
as for vegans and vegetarians? too much of what they do seems to be based on a feeling of ethical superiority. no thanks. go judge somebody else. plus? they're sick all the damn time, lol.
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
– Ernest Hemingway