So having been recently diagnosed as T2 diabetic & avoiding carbs like the plague I am seriously frustrated with friends & family - or more specifically my MIL
She's a normally kind & lovely woman who seems to have turned into the evil devil on my shoulder. Going to the supermarket with her is like running a carb gauntlet where I have to constantly remind her that I don't eat certain foods whilst she literally shoves crumpets & bread in my face.
My particular favourite comments so far include 'I don't understand why you can't eat pineapple - its so lovely & sweet' (like REALLY????) & "can't you take the weekend off' (because everyone know you're only diabetic Monday to Friday right??) Swiftly followed by ' you can't eat butter when you're dieting' (because fat = bad to her indoctrinated brain)
And just when i thought I could cope with her I get accused of being 'high maintenance' cos i won't eat bread anymore. If she thinks this is high maintenance what does she think i'll be without my feet or eyesight fgs?
All not helped by the fact my father in law continued to eat lardy cake & pasties after T2 diagnosis so she doesn't understand why I take it so seriously.
Rant over! But if anyone has any ideas on how to deal with this level of noddy please share!
She's a normally kind & lovely woman who seems to have turned into the evil devil on my shoulder. Going to the supermarket with her is like running a carb gauntlet where I have to constantly remind her that I don't eat certain foods whilst she literally shoves crumpets & bread in my face.
My particular favourite comments so far include 'I don't understand why you can't eat pineapple - its so lovely & sweet' (like REALLY????) & "can't you take the weekend off' (because everyone know you're only diabetic Monday to Friday right??) Swiftly followed by ' you can't eat butter when you're dieting' (because fat = bad to her indoctrinated brain)
And just when i thought I could cope with her I get accused of being 'high maintenance' cos i won't eat bread anymore. If she thinks this is high maintenance what does she think i'll be without my feet or eyesight fgs?
All not helped by the fact my father in law continued to eat lardy cake & pasties after T2 diagnosis so she doesn't understand why I take it so seriously.
Rant over! But if anyone has any ideas on how to deal with this level of noddy please share!