You know what's funny? The fact that I ate a molten lava chocolate cake with vanilla ice-cream as my afternoon snack. When I wake up from the sugar coma it will be a brand new week.* That's not my point.
My point is that I would never, ever let my kids eat a molten lava chocolate cake with vanilla ice-cream for an afternoon snack. No, no. They would have something like a banana. Or maybe some raisins. Yogurt with granola. You get the picture. In short, something healthy.
I can't believe I am actually about to write this because I completely hate this phrase - but the fact of it is, I am a garbage gut. (I think it's the word "gut" that really freaks me out about that phrase, that is definitely not one of my favorite words.) Anyhoots. I have a wicked sweet tooth that I indulge pretty regularly. Ditto the salt...tooth? Or whatever words you want to use to describe someone who would eat half a bag of chips in one sitting. Yeah, that's me. (And, yes - believe me, I light a candle to the metabolism gods every day I do something ridiculous like have a molten lava chocolate cake with vanilla ice-cream for an afternoon snack. So far they have been treating me kindly.)
But my kids? I'll be darned if I'm going to let them eat like I do. (At least not until they are old enough to live on their own and buy their own food.) I see and read about the obesity epidemic that is affecting the youth of today. I get it. Also - I do eat healthy things too. I love fruits and vegetables - I just don't eat them as often as I should.
I just find it interesting, it's like another secret you are let in on when you become a parent. How to sneak money under the pillow while extracting a tooth without waking them up. How to give "the look" that will stop any and all whining (at least momentarily.) And how to stealthily eat cookies for breakfast while giving your kids oatmeal. Awesome.
I know, I know. My eating habits do suck. One of my goals this year was to try to do better about that. I did not achieve that goal today.
But I did have an amazingly yummy afternoon snack.
*Quote from Roseanne Barr - when she was funny.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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I subscribe to this same idea with my kids. The thing is, they barely eat as it is! When they do get "the good stuff," I know they are going to run it all off in no time because they are like little spider monkeys!
I do, however, miss the days when I could drive through McDonald's with them in the car and they were too little to know what I was doing!
I couldn't be friends with someone that would eat LESS than half a bag of chips at one sitting.
I mean really.
I love the fact Meg is still a baby, because it means I don't have to eat broccoli and pretend I like it.
My days are numbered.
We have the same eating habits. I will shovel just about anything into my mouth at any time of day, but the kids? Hells no.
I'm not seeing anything wrong here.
Keep up the good work! *wink*
Thats the joys of being an adult - doing whatever you want :) I love/hate the word gut.
New follower! I love your blog :)
As I say to my students, "Yes, I get to do it because I'm an adult. Some day you'll be an adult and get to ...." (chew gum, sit on the desk, eat cake, etc.). It's awesome like that.
You can eat whatever you want when the kids aren't looking. It's a rule.
Like the others have said, what is the point of growing up if not to do all the things parents won't let you when you're a kid?
oh I have that same sweet tooth and do the same with my kid when it comes to food. That is one of the reasons I exercise regularly. In my house, it's Halloween EVERYDAY
I do the exact same thing, but also constantly remind myself that there's a dark side to parental super powers. For example, we may gain the ability to stealthily eat those cookies, but we also get such less-than-awesome powers as the instinct to hold out cupped hands for catching toddler puke. Talk about needing a cookie.
I ate a whole box of TJ's mini minty ice cream sandwiches the other night on the way home from the store, simply because the boys weren't with me.
The only time it bums me out is when I eat my sweets too fast, knowing they'll be rounding the corner any minute now and want some too. It somehow seems wrong if you can't savor it, but then again, I can't think of anything I actually have time to savor these days, so maybe it's just part of being a parent.
My worst is telling them, "you can't eat that cookie dough! It has raw egg in it. It will make you sick." Then I put a spoonful of it in my mouth when they're not looking.
I made a strawberry crumble topped with homemade (just call me betty crocker) caramel and ice cream yesterday for an afternoon snack. Fiona had grapes and yogurt. Hehehe.
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