The other day my husband and I were walking through the park heading towards the Central Park Zoo and I decided to get an ice cream. I never get ice cream in Central Park because they are overpriced and usually not too yummy. But our days in New York were numbered and it seemed like such a "park" thing to do, so I figured, why not? Well, the ice cream I bought, a Strawberry Shortcake concoction to be specific, must have been a few years old. It was harder than the park benches.
Alex balked at my wanting to go back and ask for another one. He didn't want to hurt the pocket of the hard working, low wage earning vendor. I get that. I even admire it. But when I said, "OK, I will throw this one out and buy another one from a different vendor," that is when the hormones kicked in, and the @#$% hit the fan. Mu husband's response: "Don't do that. That is G-d's way of telling you not to have the ice cream".
Really? I know I complain about my weight all the time and don't feel good about the way I look, but that is because I have not lost all of the pregnancy weight from housing and birthing YOUR son! Yes, I asked you to encourage me to make healthier choices, but not when I am pregnant and want an ice cream! You should know better!
So I asked him, how often in all of our walks in the park have I ever had an ice cream? He said, half a dozen or so. Well, that isn't that often, and it isn't even the truth. I have NEVER had an ice cream in Central Park. Ever. This would have been my first.
I bit his head off with such fervor it is amazing he still talks to me. He acquiesced and said, fine, go get another ice cream. But the joy had already been taken out of it. I was hurt and pissed off. I told him to go the zoo alone because I was done. I was tired and hot and in a rotten mood because I did not have my ice cream in Central Park. What was I? Six years old? I wanted it my way. Period.
All throughout my previous pregnancy, Alex harped on my eating habits. He is a vegan and thinks that is the healthiest way to be. It may be, but that is not the way I am. After Aiven was born healthy and has continued to thrive, I have been hoping he would realize that whatever I ate during pregnancy and breastfeeding can't be so bad. Because, after all, Aiven is perfect.
I have always respected and supported my husband's choices regarding food. I expect him do the same. We don't always have to agree on everything, but we should always respect each other.
Generally, I am a healthy eater. I can't go through another pregnancy with my husband's food issues again. Let me have my ice cream, steak, and Coke. Don't make me feel bad about everything that goes in my mouth or you won't be happy about what comes out of it. However, if you see me eating junk food at every meal, then yes, please step in! Intervention is required at that point! But it will never get to that point. So please, let me eat in peace.