I'm learning to stand my ground or just leave the room. husband went to see his sleep doctor today because he's still been tired on this CPAP machine. So they've ordered a BIPAP, whatever that is. Anyway, he asked me to go with him, so I did. The doctor asked if he's been dieting at all or exercising (nope). Said that his sleep will improve if he loses some of the 70 extra pounds he's lugging around. Told him he wants him on the "Jungle" diet: if you can't find it in the jungle, you can't eat it. Basically a simple way to remember what's okay to eat and not eat if you're trying to lose weight. No refined, processed foods. Lots of fruits and veggies. Lean meats. No juices. No bread, pasta or rice, etc. AND he told husband he needs to be exercising DAILY. Not once or twice a week. Told him to get a stationary bike, or at the very least go for a 1/2 hour brisk walk (since we live in a hilly area, he said that was even better). So husband's immediate response is to turn to me saying that I would have to go with him, and diet with him and.... To which the doctor says, "Uh-uh! None of that! No codependency cr@p! This is YOU doing it for YOU and nobody else. Don't drag her into this!" Well, I need to lose the weight, too, but I was glad he said that to him. Because on the way home, all husband could talk about was what his INCENTIVE would be to put himself through this dieting and exercise! Ummmm... how about living long enough to see your kids graduate from college? Or your grandkids? Nope, he wouldn't admit that those were important things. All he cares about is whether it translates into more sex for him!!! He has no idea how asinine he sounds, either. Then he started in on ME and how much weight I need to lose, and why aren't I exercising, and why don't I go on this diet. And he was mad at me for agreeing with the doctor's assessment of his weight!!! I should have been Switzerland and just kept my mouth shut. He is just having a hard time accepting reality and is looking for anyone but himself to put the responsibility on. Well, once we got home, and the "discussion" was obviously escalating rather than resolving, I just left to go grocery shopping (lots of good stuff from the produce aisle!) and get the kids from school. He was settled down a bit when I got back. Sheesh. He really is a nut job sometimes.