BAM--Here's what some people do when they really can't deal well with having junk in the house. They put all the junk in one cupboard, put a lock on it, and give the key to someone else.

They put all the junk in the garage.

They put all the junk in the basement.

I understand being poor; when my kids were little, we survived with no child support and me making a net of $1000/month--that's FOUR kids.

There are better choices for you, and for your husband, as well, as I'm sure you know. When you are living on food stamps, it's better to spend them on good stuff than bad. He may really like the junk, but I promise you, the African men that I know, who have changed their eating habits, are so much happier. And so much less at risk for T2D, as well!

You don't have to share the stressors; we're not your judges or a jury. Just knowing that I had choices in what I ate, when I was so poor, made me feel less under the gun.