I am a keen cook and I believe I am a good cook - at least I used to be both. However....DH has just gone off anything I make for us - he will happily fill up with a cooked breakfast which he has to make as I refuse to lard his arteries with fried eggs, hash browns, bacon etc He eats less at lunch than he used to - we generally have home made soup a roll or bread and cheese - used to be 2 rolls now he has one or none. He will snack on water biscuits and butter in the afternoon - occasionally toast, but come evening, he puts on that hangdog look, sighs, pushes whatever round the plate and always leaves something. He doesnt want red meat, he didn't like tonight's turkey pie which he said was "dry" (i.e well filled and actually really not bad at all) but he forced it down while I just sat and tried not to show what I felt and now he is sulking upstairs. I say I am a keen cook, well I used to be, what is the point ? Communication at meals is non existent these days and I often do something on a tray in front of the TV as otherwise it is painful. I really can't be bothered to titillate his palate with dainty morsels when I feel he in totally unappreciative . It is almost as if it has become a challenge to see how little he can get away with eating. 
Of course they have the right to choose to do, or not do, whatever they like, Lona. But if they won't take what the GP prescribed, whether it's special drinks or essential medication, are we supposed to wash our hands of it and not worry? 
All I know is that I refuse to be put in a position where I start nagging. So I don't nag about the ice cream, I just make comments (see above) every now and again 
I realise my previous post was a bit abrupt - it is because I was in the middle of dishing up tonight's meal - beef skirt with mushrooms casserole in the slow cooker served with braised sweet potato .
Rowan you can tell I've all but given up trying to get my other half to stop eating ice cream. The rest of his diet is pretty good because I apply the "change what you can" principle, and make sure I provide healthy meals when I'm cooking.
soutra it's so difficult, I know. 
My husband died from a sudden, but long anticipated heart attack (2 years ago today actually). He ate everything in moderation, although he was less moderate when it came to cheese and wine. However, because of the nature of his problem, what he ate had very little to do with the state of his arteries; it was only the medication which kept his cholesterol level low(ish) for the best part of 30 years. He was a bomb waiting to explode and whatever he did or didn't do or eat had no effect on the eventual outcome. What I am saying is, I think, the patient/husband knows deep down full well what is right or wrong and if he has a bent for ice cream, whisky, 3 egg omelettes, a full English or whatever, so what? Let him enjoy it, but still encourage him to eat healthily too and continue to provide the good stuff.
and {{hugs}} from me too. Somewhat ashamed about moaning (but justified ) there are worse things! Compromise has to be the way forward, being "right" is often a euphemism for intransigent and that way misery lies.
I think you have a lot to cope with and do so cheerfully, Soutra, so you are entitled to get fed up if DH isn't helping himself.
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