Not too much else has changed, really. Most noticeable is that Karen is paying a lot of attention to what she is eating. Some foods are apparently completely forbidden, innocuous things like feta cheese. Obviously I’m trying to be as supportive as I can, but I can only go so far.
I may have to maintain a stash of unhealthy and dangerous foodstuffs, perhaps locked in a box in the attic where she won’t find it. Then I can maintain the illusion of supportiveness whilst simultaneously gorging myself silly on all the things that I never really used to be fussed about, but which suddenly seem so alluring.
I’m determined to stay off the cigarettes though.