F* it all
dp works awat 4-5 nights a week, often long hours, stressful job, little to no natural light and he boards with a lady from work who offers no fridge space or food for him.
So when he finishes at 9pm he drives right past Sainsburys and TEsco (both 24 hrs) and heads for
monday curry rice and naan
tuesday pie and chips
dp already is at least 2 stone overweight has put on 5kgs in the last 3 mths and is looking - well less lovely than before when he was sturdy but not... umm you know... icky
I have made such an effort in the last 2 yrs to turn his eating around, when he said well the pie shop was close - I said you can go into Sainsburys and pick up steam meal or bloody chicken salad just as easily and he said oh but I want something hot...
I said tell that to your heart surgeon in 10 yrs time. And hung up.
am livid with him, my dad dropped dead of huge heart attack aged 47, he was healthy, slim and active.
I feel guilty for being so mean but angry so angry with him. it's like he is a naughty kid popping to the local Spar for sweeties when mummy is not looking and I think infact I know that is where it comes from.
His mum lectures him about being fat and then makes him eat all the leftovers as they will go to waste (waist)
Oooh I am cross