Long story short, someone I love struggles with weight. I have been so supportive. I even sat down and designed a well balanced diet plan featuring calorie burning foods. And not crappy foods but yummy healthy foods like celery and other fresh fruits and vegetables. I made all of this person's meals. Diligently prepared them to be fresh, tasty, and full of variety. I did this each and every day. Not only that, but I did it with love and care; getting up at 5am to make the breakfast and lunch fresh. I did not make it the night before because I did wanted it to be fresh and tasty. I wanted the veggies to still be crisp.
Anyway, as time passed I could not figure out why this person was either remaining the same weight or gaining weight. I was so frustrated but I never let this person know how frustrated I was. I assumed this person was doing everything they could to ensure the needed weight loss. I certainly did not want to do anything to discourage this person's efforts. I would honestly sit alone and cry because I could not figure out what else could be done.
Well today I found out why this person was not losing weight. As I cleaned out the vehicle of this person, I found enough junk food wrappers that is the products had still been in said wrappers, I could open my own convenience store. I am, at this moment, so very angry.
All my effort and energy was for naught because the person I love and attempted to help was not being responsible. This person would rather I feel guilty than do what needed to be done. I am so over it all. I will no longer help this person. It is all the responsibility of said person. I will no longer accept it as my issue to help correct. I have done all I can do and I now wash my hands of the entire situation. I already have a son to tend to; I do not need anyone else I have to reprimand for irresponsible behavior.
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