Well, we're getting used to taking our mountainloads of pills, and if you listen very carefully when we move, I'm sure you can hear us rattle.
The key thing for me this week has been learning to let go and trust DH. Now that he's (hopefully) understood the importance of leaving at least four hours between doses, I need to hold off from nagging him and trust him to take his supplements when he's meant to. And I think he pretty much is.
He went to see his parents on Saturday and had his lunch and tea with them, and I do worry about the rubbish that they feed him - on one hand, I remind myself that he survived this long on that rubbish, and on the other hand, I can't ignore the fact that the diet he has had up to this point in his life hasn't helped him to produce good swimmers. And although I know it's not all about diet, that's precisely what the current regime is supposed to do for him.
So I do what's in my control - providing him with one healthy meal a day and making sure there's plenty of fruit in the house - and just have to hope that that's enough.
As for me - well, since we started this regime two weeks ago I've lost five pounds, which I'm pleased about. I'd like to lose at least two stone, to get back to the weight I was when I got married, but this is a reasonable start, especially since I haven't made it back to the gym yet after the latest episode with my back. Hopefully I'll get there this week, but I don't know how many times - it's going to be another very busy week at work, and I don't want to leap straight back in and pull the ligament again before it's fully healed.
Providing a good variety of healthy meals for his lunches that he can take into work and either eat cold or reheat is proving to be a bit of a challenge, so any ideas would be gratefully received - so far, he's had beef stew, home-made soups and pasta in a tomato and vegetable sauce. This week I'm doing a lamb casserole that he can have with couscous, spag bol, and maybe I'll also try cottage pie - though the mash might get a bit mixed up with the bottom while he's carrying it in his bag.