Sleeping with the Beast

Well, it's finally happened. My days of cuddling and snuggling are long gone. Yesterday hubby picked up his machine to help him breath at night. He was excited. Restful nights of sleep ahead......for him. I, on the other hand, feel crappy this morning. All night long I kept waking up, each time instinctively wanted to roll over and snuggle up with my loved one. But how do you do such a thing when there's a mask involved. I haven't quite figured this one out yet. And I haven't figured out how I'm going to live with the fact that he now has one less reason to be motivated to do something about his weight problem. Every single website I went to to find out about sleep apnea said that being overweight is the number one reason for sleep apnea. He is in denial. He thinks that he has had this problem since before he was overweight. His so-called doctor has not made any suggestions of weight loss to solve this problem. So why is he going to listen to me? I don't know anything right? So now I must resign to sleeping with a machine. I feel like taking a bat to it already. This might sound selfish, but it's the truth. My only hope at this point is that because he is getting a restful night of sleep, that he will have the energy during the day to want to do something physical (other than going to work and sitting at a desk all day) and that will lead to being healthier and hopefully eventually be able to sleep without a machine to pump fresh air into his nose.

I think what angers me so much is the fact that this is something preventable. I can see it. He denies it. It is so frustrating. Without belittling somebody, how do you motivate them to do something to improve their life, health, and overall outlook on life? That's something else I must figure out. Any help?