Say what!?!?

So anyone who follows me in Facebook or even Instagram or Twitter knows I have upped my workout/ heathy food posts. 

Well, there is a very good reason for that! 

This man: 

The father of my children.

My husband

The man I married almost 13 years ago,

The man I started dating over 17 years ago.

He is the reason.

2 weeks ago he was officially diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.

My husband

The man who runs every day

The man who goes to the gym at 4AM

Every day

Seriously

This man...

Well. It isn't just fat people who get type 2. 

It can be heredity

Life choices

Or just "luck"

He has it. 

His numbers are horrible and well, I am his wife

It is up to me to "fix it"

It is my fault...

I should have helped him.

But how

Steve has never had to diet

He has never had to watch what he eats

He has never worried about anything he has eaten...EVER!

Now, he is lost

And I have to help him find the shore

We live in an age of technology.

I list every calorie I eat on an app in my phone, I log every step, every mile, every activity, and every picture/grade. 

He has never worried about it. 

I weigh WAY too much, he is in target range

I am a couch potato, he hardly eats potatoes, and yet he needs me to save him, to keep him alive, to help him save his vision/limbs.

ME!

After years of me relying on him, he NEEDS me. 

And I crumbled under the weight of it.

How do I fight his need to eat

How do I?!?! Have any authority when I can't control what I eat and do?!?!?

How can I save him...

Well. I decided to change.

I am making him healthy meals, making myself healthy meals. 

Critiquing every thing he eats

Helping him remember to log

Getting angry when he eats too many carbs

Getting sad in Private that he will not eat like he should...that he will die...that I will be alone... But no tin front of him.

He needs me to be strong

And so, you may see 

Or this:

Or even this:

B cause if I am going to help him, I have to change me as well. And well, I love him, a lot, and so it is worth it. The fight, the struggle, the sacrifices, all for him, for me, for US, and for our kids... 

I fight

So excuse the mess while I am a work in progress, as is Steve. 

If you have any tips on how to help him or me adjust, few free to post/comment! 

We love your love!

~Melendy