so funny, after my Dad retired, they moved to the Oregon Coast for about 10-15 years. My mother kept cooking, my dad kept eating. My mom was quite spry. Moved to Portland and went from apartment to assisted living to nursing home. Dad died at 90, Mom at 88. No history of diabetes anywhere. of all the 5 kids, I'm the heavy one. I love your description of meals - you ate it, period. I think part of that was having grown up during the depression.
I've been catering to my husbands tastes for 43 years. No onions, no garlic, no curry, no green peppers, corn and peas are vegetables, and always rice but preferably potatoe. In my teens I was a pretty cook cook, but I just got tired of doing the same old thing.
I decided yesterday enough is enough. I've put what he wanted in front of him for 45 years. He shops, I cook. Red meat and potatoes.
New rule: You can eat whatever you want in this houses. I can eat whatever I want. Surpise, no dinner last night. I had fresh salmon with salsa and green beans - neither of which he will eat. I guess I could warned him ahead of time. at 7:00, he comes down and says where dinner, are we foraging tonight. No, I already had my dinner and since you don't like salmon or green beans, I ate alone. He cooked himself a hamburger and potatoe. and he was really angry, except 'he doesn't get angry'. So we are not speaking. Obviously there is more to this than just food.
Now I just have to stay strong!