I'd especially like to have feedback from older men, but insight is certainly welcome from anyone.
My husband and I are both diabetic, and he also has heart problems. Maybe it's because he is 19 years older than I am, and therefore pretty much of another generation, but his attitudes toward controlling your eating are extremely negative. Since my recent release from the hospital, the following conversations have ensued:
Another conversation, in which my daughter and I and the hospital dietician were discussing recipes containing salsa, ended with my husband saying this:
I asked him if he meant that as a joke. He didn't.
His generation grew up on I Love Lucy. Did you see the one where Lucy was trying to lose weight? By suppertime she was weak and dizzy with hunger and constant strenous exercise. They sit down to supper, everybody is feasting, and Lucy is handed a dinner plate with nothing but a lettuce leaf on it. This perfectly sums up that generation's attitude toward healthy eating. It's not supposed to be pleasant, because you're being punished. Punished for what? Well, for letting yourself get fat, of course.
And this is the mentality that Jim is stuck in. Even his own mother (a nurse, by the way) used words like "punishment" and "sacrifice" and also told him that if he took even a bite of something he "shouldn't" have, then he "blew it." He has no concept of just eating a *little bit* of something, and it being OK. To his way of thinking, either it's on your diet or it isn't, and if it tastes good, that's a sure sign it isn't.
I certainly understand the "why" behind it, but it frustrates me to pieces. My mother kind of laughs it off with, "Oh, he's just being a man--sarcastic and grumpy." Well, I didn't think being sarcastic and grumpy was a requirement of being a man, but what concerns me is that this is so typical of so many of our conversations. We'll have a problem, I'll try to generate solutions, and he'll knock every one of them down with a pessimistic comment. After a while I don't even feel like talking to him any more, which of course doesn't help matters any. If I'm in any way upset with him, he'll start talking divorce and saying I just don't want to be around him.
My husband and I are both diabetic, and he also has heart problems. Maybe it's because he is 19 years older than I am, and therefore pretty much of another generation, but his attitudes toward controlling your eating are extremely negative. Since my recent release from the hospital, the following conversations have ensued:
Me:
Well, no, eating healthy doesn't mean we have to starve. All we need are a few small changes. We can....(name a few suggestions) Now, can *you* think of any small, tolerable changes we can make?Him:
(pause, then in a very bitter, angry tone of voice) We can stop going to the grocery store.Another conversation, in which my daughter and I and the hospital dietician were discussing recipes containing salsa, ended with my husband saying this:
Him:
But there's got to be something in salsa that I can't have.
Me:
Why do you think that?Him:
Because it tastes good. That means I can't have it.I asked him if he meant that as a joke. He didn't.
His generation grew up on I Love Lucy. Did you see the one where Lucy was trying to lose weight? By suppertime she was weak and dizzy with hunger and constant strenous exercise. They sit down to supper, everybody is feasting, and Lucy is handed a dinner plate with nothing but a lettuce leaf on it. This perfectly sums up that generation's attitude toward healthy eating. It's not supposed to be pleasant, because you're being punished. Punished for what? Well, for letting yourself get fat, of course.
And this is the mentality that Jim is stuck in. Even his own mother (a nurse, by the way) used words like "punishment" and "sacrifice" and also told him that if he took even a bite of something he "shouldn't" have, then he "blew it." He has no concept of just eating a *little bit* of something, and it being OK. To his way of thinking, either it's on your diet or it isn't, and if it tastes good, that's a sure sign it isn't.
I certainly understand the "why" behind it, but it frustrates me to pieces. My mother kind of laughs it off with, "Oh, he's just being a man--sarcastic and grumpy." Well, I didn't think being sarcastic and grumpy was a requirement of being a man, but what concerns me is that this is so typical of so many of our conversations. We'll have a problem, I'll try to generate solutions, and he'll knock every one of them down with a pessimistic comment. After a while I don't even feel like talking to him any more, which of course doesn't help matters any. If I'm in any way upset with him, he'll start talking divorce and saying I just don't want to be around him.
Me:
Well, no, I don't want a divorce, I just want you to stop the negativity. Him:
Oh. So that means you're not happy with me unless I think, act, and talk the way you want me to?