Welcome to the "Return of the Dietitian's Husband" (or, The Horror of the Holiday Bulge)! This article was written by Bob, my husband and guest blogger. Here is his first article, in case you missed it, "The Agony of the Diabetes Dietitian’s Husband". There it was, approximately ten pounds of malicious metal and glass. The creature stared at me, daring me, mocking me. Its bulbous eye both inviting and foreboding. "Go ahead, try me" it seemed to say. "You think I'm afraid?" I said aloud. "You think I won't do it?" Silence was the response. "I'll show you. You have no power over me!" I … [Read more...]
The Agony of the Diabetes Dietitian’s Husband
Bob, my husband and guest blogger, writes about the agony of the diabetes dietitian's husband. "You poor guy. It must be rough being married to a diabetes dietitian." Time after time I get condolences from my friends about my grim fate. Yes, I agree, it's rough. Just last night I had to suffer through pistachio crusted tilapia with a lime mayonnaise sauce, couscous and squash. "I bet you have to eat a lot of grass." "Of course" I reply, contemplating my recent salad of orzo, grape tomatoes, cucumber, parsley and a dressing that could only be described as heavenly. "I bet you have to … [Read more...]
