Cheryl, you have no idea. Helping him control the diabetes is out of the question. His food choices read like a two-year-olds, he refuses to try anything new, and he eats everything that’s bad for him. His motto is: No color, no crunch, which means no onions, garlic, tomatoes, bell peppers, etc. He has it set in his mind that he only has a couple more years to live, and the way he’s going, I’m afraid he might be right…even though he’s 4 years younger than me. *sigh* All I can do is try to keep him from killing himself any sooner by doing something stupid like having a stroke in 98 degree heat.
Mona, your husband sounds like a character. Hopefully, he’ll calm down and let you get some work done. haha I say this as if that ever works for me. Once my husband is dead set on doing something, I’m in for it. It’s a good thing I love the man.
Glad you were able to sprint with us a few times. 🙂
Well, my sprint plans went up in smoke. I went with the hubs to his deer lease to keep him from killing himself in this heat. The man has no sense. He has type 2 diabetes and his left foot has been swollen since the first week of July. Think I can talk him into going to the doctor? Of course not. The last time he went, they x-rayed his foot and said it wasn’t broken. Since they couldn’t tell him what was wrong, he might as well go to the deer lease to put corn in the feeders. I swear to God, that man will drive me to drinking.
w/a Merit Fynn