Friday I made broccoli salad. Daughter loves my broccoli salad. She gets to have it, but because of the dressing and raisins, it is high in carbs and she has to take insulin to cover it. I also and of the opinion that less is more, and she doesn't need to eat 2-3 full bowls at one time. We had some Friday with supper.
She slept late on Saturday, so had some for brunch when she got up. I offered her some for supper, and then realized it was missing. I don't know when I left the refrigerator unlocked and unattended, but I left it that way long enough for her to get the bowl, take it to her room, and eat it all.
I ranted a bit, and then I tried a new approach. I apologized for my failure to keep her safe from food. I told her I was sorry I hadn't kept her safe. I'll admit, I laid it on pretty thick. She insisted it wasn't my fault. I reminded her that her safety is my top priority and obviously I had failed to keep her safe. It bothered her. I think I will continue to apologize when she gets into food. I will continue to make it my fault. Maybe her oppositional nature will prompt her to show me it is her responsibility. I can hope.