<p>Thanks, Sabaray. I suspect it’s a wee bit my fault, mentioning ‘not dining with saboteurs if you don’t have the moxy to resist’
(Which obviously I didn’t!)</p>
<p>In my case, I said up front that I was very clear I was responsible for my choice and I knew what to do about it. BCE just happened to commiserate on what must be a sore subject for some.</p>
<p>For the record, I didn’t think BC was asking for sympathy OR blaming his wife for any of his pitfalls on the food front since historically his posts have just characterized musings about fitting in all the same challenges we all do. This has to be a safe place for us to do that. We ALL know pretty much what to do, but I would hope we can all carp a little when we don’t do it perfectly or are mildly ticked with ourselves :)</p>
<p>At any rate, I sure hadn’t intended to open a box of snakes by referencing my own personal “saboteurs”. Many pages previously, Idad had referenced his own experience with sabotage and I thought it was a useful topic upon which to commiserate.</p>
<p>I referenced/vented about my sense of same because frankly, I found it pretty interesting, if bizarre – both how I felt about it and my underlying sense that my mother really was taking a kind of perverse pleasure pleasure in seeing if she could get me to eat things I have not been eating – either as a small victory because she’s expressed annoyance that I’ve lost weight and she hasn’t (because honest, she doesn’t even TRY) or as a mischievous pushback on the diabetic front, because I recently had told her during a phone conversation that I probably should discontinue discussing the content of her diet unless she was willing to read up a bit on the glycemic index, etc. and find a way forward that suited her, because she didn’t like any of my suggestions. (Every week she talks about this on the phone, and asks for suggestions, then dismisses them as things she could never get used to ;)</p>
<p>Eg. She also announced Sunday she had made me cake. I actually did a double take and said why on earth would you go to the trouble? She seriously had an evil grin.
This is a woman whose metformin makes her ill. And she baked “me” a cake.</p>
<p>I kind of concluded it was all her secret message to McH, who really really enjoyed all the treats this weekend – we’ll show HER. Diabetics unite! Except, of course, with the dietary measures we undertook last January, McH is no longer diabetic…Hi ho.</p>
<p>Okay, I jest a little…but only a little. There is some weird latent stuff at work here.
I don’t care.
I can put on my big girl pants and pick my spots and navigate the obstacles just fine ;)</p>