The Food Police

Nov 06, 2011

I am now six weeks post-op and if there's one thing I've found I have problems with, it's the household food police. I mean, I know they mean well by watching out for me and all, just the same, it becomes quite difficult to focus on the task at hand when I am being watched over with a stern eye. What makes it all worse is the fact that they don't even know what I'm supposed to be eating. They're treating me and my food intake as if I were diabetic (which I'm not) and reading every label I bring into the house for carb and sugar intake. It's frustrating because I'm doing my best and yet I seem to meet opposition at every turn.

I know they are just looking out for my best interest, however, it's time to allow me to find my own way and not lean so much on me about what I consume. In any event, despite the shortcomings they may possess, I am thankful for my well-meaning family. I know they're not trying to hurt me or my feelings by doing what they do, but I could use some breathing space.

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