I am sad for your experiences, but I understand.
One would think that our loved ones would expect to hear the best we know from us. Probably they don't believe us because they haven't yet experienced illness; or they don't yet connect the aches they do feel with what they eat or how they live.
Candidiasis, for example, comes on so slowly, and it is seldom recognized until too late to be easily managed. Most young people wouldn't even know the word.
I like your explanation that your 'genes' make a wholesome diet necessary. I, too, offer my own 'good' stuff along with the 'other'.
The shock last Saturday was that I pigged out. I suspended my own common sense, and fell back to my former behaviour...and ate more later! All the while I knew it was a mistake. I kept remembering recent successes where I completely lost all desire for the 'other' stuff. How could I have fallen back so completely?
One point may explain to some degree.
I was born in 1938, a time of soup kitchens and bread lines. And we were poor.
We kids ate everything placed in front of us. Sometimes there wasn't much. I remember one week when our family lived on cake mixes. We didn't question it, that's just the way it was. Adult friends saw to it that I 'won' a box of groceries in a draw. It was decades before I realized what they had arranged.
Even today I always clean my plate, though I know enough now to cook and serve appropriate amounts.
Food became both a 'security' and 'treating myself well'.
It's amazing how deep the old habits go.
Luckily, it doesn't take much to change. A clear look at what was really going on is all that's needed.
That's the value of these boards. We can write a bit about past circumstances and recognize truth. And then we may get feedback from others who are also searching for better ways.
In the end that's the most important thing...do what is better. And hope to be copied.
All my best,
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