I was really disappointed to have missed TB’s radio show last night, though very happy to find out from Laura I still have a chance to hear it. Something happened in our household that rarely occurs – Brian turned an alarming shade of green and almost immediately after started barfing. For the next two hours I played nurse-wife until he finally fell into a sweaty, twitchy sleep. Like I said, he very rarely gets sick, but when he does, he doesn’t play. And just for the record, I’ve never seen a person ACTUALLY TURN GREEN until I met him. It’s almost fascinating, as I always thought that was just a figure of speech.
Here’s the thing. Laura has talked before about what a challenge it is to get her husband to eat vegetables. My sister used to have trick her husband into eating them, until she finally got him used to a select few. My cousin was once married to this dick who only ate macaroni and cheese and Jack Daniels. I’m happy Brian likes a wide variety of food and that includes all vegetables, except asparagus and peas. (This doesn’t include “field peas,” “butter beans,” “lima beans,” or any of those other redneck peas, just the normal ones I like). It’s a pleasure cooking for someone who loves to eat.
No, the problem is more this. Now that I’ve become more health conscious, how do I make him see he needs to come along for the ride? I’ve already established he doesn’t have any kind of weight problem, what with having the metabolism of a twelve-year-old Olympic gymnast. So no motivation there. He can eat the four Southern food groups: fried, gravy, casserole and cheese without a care in the world. And often does. Add to that a somewhat problematic Monster Energy drink addiction (photographic proof below):
along with a few other things I’d rather not discuss here, per se, but have talked about elsewhere. Nothing to the extreme, I don’t think, but enough so that I have to remind him when things like last night happen he’s not twenty-three anymore, that his once stomach-of-steel might be getting a little rusty around the edges.
I don’t expect him to jump up and Shred with me, I only ask him to go on the occasional dog walk and that’s only in the cooler months. I don’t want to nag (more than I already do). It’s just that I kind of love the guy and want him as healthy as possible for a good long time. I do have a little bit of longing to be one of those bike riding couples, and whenever I bring it up he says he *might* like to do that sometime, but I don’t know if it would actually ever happen.
He would also like it very much if I wanted to be one of those poker playing, Playstation playing couple, but I can tell you that ain’t happening anytime soon either. I don’t know. I guess I should just be thankful he does get a lot of exercise at work on most days. I guess I’ll just start putting fruit and veggies in his lunch and hope he gets hungry enough to eat them.