Funny, but not funny.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!
Maybe simply don't go to the supermarket with her?Going to the supermarket with her
I actually wrote a leaflet for my family/in-laws, because they really didn't get it and thought I was anorexic. Or that stuff sweetened with dates and honey'd be okay. Now I can't get them to stop buying me walnuts! Only took three years of saying "I can't eat that, it's poison to me". Seriously... If you can avoid going to the supermarket together, do it. Because this is stressful, and you don't need that right now. or ever, really. You could always say you're younger than your father in law, so going low carb, for you, is still worth the trouble.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!
It was a good rant though, made me smile.Rant over!
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.
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.
Is your use of the past tense deliberate?All not helped by the fact my father in law continued to eat lardy cake & pasties after T2 diagnosis
I’ve long since given up explaining. I now have a two word solution for stuff like this. Stops the conversation in its tracks.
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