When I first started getting healthier, my family had a hard time with it. I still had two at home and one that was close by in college. They seriously did not like me eating differently than they did. It bothered my husband a great deal.
I settled in to eating just the protein and vegetables and serving salad every night. They didn't seem to notice that I didn't eat the potatoes or rice or whatever starch I'd made for them.
I ate my weird low fat food while they were at school and such.
It even bothered them if I took off to walk in the evening. Not that I was exercising, it was because I was missing. So I tried to do that while nobody was looking too.
Flash forward a couple of years. Most evenings, it's just me and DH home for dinner. I make what he wants and I eat what I want. They often overlap some ... usually the protein. But I set out his salad dressing and my low fat cottage cheese. I get him one whole grain bun and the olive oil based margarine.
I walk whenever I want, just like he watches whatever sport he wants. I wander off to the room where I keep my weights or drag some into the TV room to do arms.
Some relatives of ours are going through a very messy separation which has made us acutely aware of a married couples perceptions of each other. "What do you think when I do blah blah blah?" ... "Is life difficult for you because I blah blah blah?" ... "Do you think we've changed much?" ... and so on.
Yesterday, I was mixing my psyllium with my cranberry juice (a la Ilene) ... I asked DH if he found it awkward or embarassing that his wife was a healthfood nut who eats funny things. His answer?
"You don't eat funny things. You're healthy."
Don't despair, gals. Sooner or later they get it.