Since I’ve been down and out with the flu for the last week, and the entire state of Maine is still one big ice cube and running on a surface other than a treadmill is out of the question … I’ve been making some conscious decisions to eat a little healthier since I haven’t been able to work out (but I’m a pro at talking myself out of a workout…) , and husband has been mocking my low sodium, low fat, low sugar purchases since day one. He scoffed at my 12 grain bread from the bakery, frowned at the low-fat margarine, made a face at the whole wheat pasta and promptly asked if I was trying to kill him.
No, honey, I’m not trying to kill you. Yes, I bought juice instead of Mountain Dew. Yes, I bought fruit and vegetables in place of salty potato chips. But the 12 grain bread is much tastier than white bread as it is, and the whole wheat pasta tastes almost exactly the same. Different texture, but pasta is pasta.
Anyone else’s husband act a little bit like an overgrown child when it comes to healthier eating?