You could hand him a blank weeks worth of menu and have him fill it in from a list of foods he can eat.
Sometimes things like a heart attack people feel a loss of control in their own lives and like to see other people jump through hoops and like to control them just by wrinkling up their noses and saying "I don't like that. I'm not gonna eat it!"
It gives them a sense of control back. I'm not saying Ken is like that. I am saying I HAVE seen it more often than not and don't fall into that trap.
It is not your job to "make him better." It is his job to figure out a new, better way to live so he can be around longer. You can help him with the details, but he has to make the choices and stick to them.
If he is not willing to make better choices and just wants to pout about food choices, salt, smoking, exercising, you could just cook him up a good ol' fried southern type breakfast, bring it to him in bed, with a dead rose and his phoney obituary and say "Bon Appetit, sucka!" and sign up for a hefty life insurance policy. THAT would be a rude awakening for him and maybe he would find that he could eat a salad every now and then, and figure out how to live healthier.
Sometimes things like a heart attack people feel a loss of control in their own lives and like to see other people jump through hoops and like to control them just by wrinkling up their noses and saying "I don't like that. I'm not gonna eat it!"
It gives them a sense of control back. I'm not saying Ken is like that. I am saying I HAVE seen it more often than not and don't fall into that trap.
It is not your job to "make him better." It is his job to figure out a new, better way to live so he can be around longer. You can help him with the details, but he has to make the choices and stick to them.
If he is not willing to make better choices and just wants to pout about food choices, salt, smoking, exercising, you could just cook him up a good ol' fried southern type breakfast, bring it to him in bed, with a dead rose and his phoney obituary and say "Bon Appetit, sucka!" and sign up for a hefty life insurance policy. THAT would be a rude awakening for him and maybe he would find that he could eat a salad every now and then, and figure out how to live healthier.