My Boyfriend's Brush with Cancer
No, Russ doesn’t have cancer.
But if he’s not careful, we’re going to give it to him.
- his sister
- his niece
- his son and daughter-in-law
- his boss and his boss’ wife
.. and everyone else in the world who knows his ridiculous lifestyle and eating habits will lead to cancer if he doesn’t change his ways.
Have I mentioned I was almost a nutritionist in a prior life? In my earlier years I paid super close attention to “healthy” eating habits, and not only practiced them myself but intently imposed them on everyone I cared about.
Almost cost me a super hot boyfriend one year. That’s when I realized how obnoxious I was, when handsome pilot Don told me I was going to have to learn to let him eat cheese pizza in peace.
Much later on, with my developing law of attraction understanding, I came to realize that food and sun and chemicals don’t give us cancer – rather, our thoughts about them do.
But that didn’t stop me from declaring a boycott against Russ’ homemade chocolate chip cookies once I realized he wasn’t using real butter to make them.
He insists on using some ridiculous butter substitute that’s supposed to be easier to cook with that has partially hygrogenated soybean oil. OMG!
See how I am?
I claim to know that it isn’t the FOOD that affects us adversely or optimally, it’s our THOUGHTS about the food. And yet, I apparently haven’t given up my prejudice against all things hydrogenated.
And so the battle continues.
A couple of times now I’ve coached Russ to ignore me when I tell him how bad his daily Mountain Dew habit is, especially for a guy with sleep issues; and that his addiction to bread and pasta is wreaking havoc with his borderline diabetes (not to mention his colon that is probably screaming for fiber – and no, he won’t eat whole wheat, let alone veggies – trust me, I’ve tried), and how maybe a guy who lives his life on the golf course ought to consider sun screen, …
… yada yada yada.
It gets even worse with a couple of other “health-savvy” people in the conversation. We lovingly gang up on him in an effort to change his “dangerous” ways.
I actually announced at our fourth of July barbecue table that I would not care for him when he got whatever type of cancer he was going to get, since he should have known better.
I said that even while knowing that if Russ got cancer, it would be most likely from living with a woman who kept insisting on it.
The truth is this isn’t really Russ’ battle – he doesn’t seem to be phased by any of it. Thank God.
The battle is really mine: the fight between my LOA understanding and years of programming that say the world is a dangerous place.
So what’s a smart girl’s solution?
Well, I’ve already tried to protect Russ by telling him to ignore me; but I think he’s so good at that that he’s not even hearing that advice.
After that I just have to make some sort of peace, right?
I’ve either got to make peace with hydrogenation and preservatives and transfats or I need to make peace with my diet that excludes them, and make peace with Russ’ lifestyle that includes them.
Or get a healthier boyfriend.
Maybe ignorance might be helpful here …
… I purposely didn’t look at ingredients of Just Dessert’s brownie cakes from Costco that I thought I deserved since I was giving up homemade chocolate chip cookies. (Made with Gold’n Soft. Seriously!! Does he have a death wish or WHAT?!)
Ugh! There I go again!
This sounds like a great time for an intention.
“It is my formal intention to make peace with my food, and to make peace with your food, too.”