My husband is genuinely pretty good in 95% of our marriage. There’s just one teeny thing that drives me up the fucking wall, the battle I’ve been fighting for years and am seriously getting fed up with, and that’s his eating habits.
This man is in his early 30s and eats like a teenager. I. Hate. It. If he goes to the store by himself, he will buy every bit of junk food he sees. And it’s nothing for him to sit on the couch and eat an ENTIRE BOX of Little Debby snack cakes while our children circle around him like begging dogs, waiting with bated breath for him to give them a bite. We do let the kids have treats on a pretty normal level. I try to teach moderation rather than restriction, like in my opinion it’s perfectly fine to have deserts and whatnot. But it’s had to turn into a “do as I say, not as I do” situation because there is just no separating this fucker from the junk food.
Last year I put up a good fight for a while. He’d been pushing my buttons for months with his ridiculous portions and straight up gorging, but it came to a head when he had a heatstroke partially due to being dehydrated because literally…LITERALLY he drinks nothing but soda. So I put my foot down and went out of my way to prepare healthy meals, control the snacks that come into the house, force his rotten ass to drink water, etc. He went with it for a while but things gradually went right back to the way they were. We’re right back to me going to the store and him eating two weeks worth of groceries in two days, him going to the store himself and getting 5 12 packs of soda where he will drink 6+ cans in a day. He won’t just binge and eat one large pizza by himself, he’ll eat two. When I cook something healthy, he grudgingly eats it, but then will gorge on snacks or go out for fast food. He tried that Oreo cereal and said it wasn’t right so he bought a bunch of those mini Oreo cups and starting pouring milk in and eating that for breakfast. If left to his own devices, he won’t make a normal meal, he’ll just make something ridiculous or go to McDonald’s, where he always gets two big macs. These are just a few examples, ya’ll wouldn’t believe the shit he comes up with. If it wasn’t so disgusting, I’d be impressed by how much food he can easily put away. And incredibly, he isn’t morbidly obese so he sees no problem with it. He’s not overweight at all and gets so smug whenever I say anything because ‘I’m not faaaaaattt I can eat what I want’. AAAAAAH.
And his friends have been ratting him out, he’s eating like a hog when he goes out too. Large everything, double orders, and he stops at the gas station every time he is in the vicinity and gets Big Gulps and candy.
I’ve had it. This is the one thing he just will not consider my feelings or see my side. He refuses to accept he’s setting a terrible example for our kids and putting his health in jeopardy. I guess I’m gonna have to figure out how to live with it because he’s certainly not letting up.