Sugar, Sugar...

DON'T GET ME STARTED!!!!!
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......

I live with a man who has type 2 diabetes. A hatred of physical activity. And an insatiable appetite for carbs. Specifically, bread.

Yeas ago, when Montingnac first appeared, he watched two people who work with us drop 100 lbs and get fit. He was a man inspired. He talked about Montignac like a born-again. He was a fanatic. He was so determined we were going to do this, he was going to cook, he was going to arrange it all. He impatiently searched through the books at Costco, and finally bought the damned thing in French because he simply couldn't wait another DAY to get the book in English. He raved about it all the way home. He sat down at the table to begin reading...

(At this point, you must imagine an expectant hush falling over our lives)

And then he came to page 4, where it says you can't have bread for two weeks.

TWO WEEKS.

Fourteen days.

Montingnac sailed into the garbage can, and nothing more was said.

So this morning, I'd given up trying to pack lunch. There's nothing in the house but bread. Oh, excuse me - there's bread, AND bagels, AND buns! I said to him "Take a banana at least." He argued (which he ALWAYS DOES!) "a banana is just as bad as bread."

I couldn't let that pass. "Oh sure, honey, a banana might have lots of carbs, but it must have something ELSE in it, unlike your four slices of raisin bread, which contains ONLY carbs..."

And so it went. Finally, he ended the argument with "I'll have a half a banana tonight - with some ice-cream!"

I give up. He's suicidal - death by sugar.