He's a really great person in a lot of ways absolutely, but as an aside sometimes still he seems to think I'd be better off eating SAD starches fried in vegetable oil with table salt than eating proteins that I can digest and doesn't want to look at how my health went down from indigestible vegan food and got so better from eating animal food. Stuck on the dogma that animal food causes cholesterol, so is unhealthy. I have gotten my cholesterol tested recently. It's still never been high. It's not low anymore, and I'm happy about that. He can get really disappointed when he makes it a point to get me to eat the greasy spoon food and instead I choose other food. Yesterday he took me to a restaurant for breakfast. He got toast, hash browns, sweet tea and homefries. I got an egg (after I looked over the menu a thousand times trying to figure out what I might digest). He was disappointed in my choosing and wanted me to get similar to what he got instead. His food is just not food in my metabolism. I stuck with my menu choice. I did not get indigestion or lethargy.
Maybe I shouldn't have eaten. I wasn't that hungry. I'm glad I did though; I didn't get protein again for nineteen hours. It did work too; because he did not stop me from getting all meats for myself this afternoon (to share with our cats too). Just yesterday he seemed to like to think me and two cats can live on a pound of chopped buffalo between me and them for two days. I do that and the cats don't even like chop meat much and I wind up eating vegan so they'll have food available. One of the cat eats a big meal at a time, and the other has a very fast metabolism and needs to eat often.
I just have to point it out in front of someone like my son. My son likes my health to be well, and is aware and faces that raw meat gets me well. He's also aware that one cat cannot see when eating non-raw food, and the other's hips get all arthritic should they eat non-raw. He realizes I am me and not some figment of an imagination that can eat someone else's diet.
I don't want to yell and hurt my throat to point out who I am, especially when I am really a quiet person.