I always say that I’m not about to lecture people on how they need to run their own lives in order to be better where it counts most for them. I’m also not an expert on health matters. But what I do find helpful, not just to those that I write to and chat to, but also to myself, is that by talking about my own personal experiences as a daughter, mother and wife, often ends up helping others. When I see and experience this, it helps me too. It gives me all the more reason to get up earlier than most other people and get on with the day.
From this I know that I continue to have a purpose in life. Not only that, whatever I may do purposefully, mainly for others, mainly for my family, I do it willingly. All mothers and daughters who have similar feelings as me should know what I’m talking about. They can easily relate. It should be putting a smile on your face right now. There’s no point in beating about the bush. Before time runs out, let me get on with what I had in mind to talk about. My thoughts, it is plain to see, are with my family.
In particular, I am thinking about my daughter and my husband. Following that, I’m thinking of our (healthy) life as a family in general. I’m looking at this post’s dedicated word count and am relieved that I’ll be able to order my words and devote an even proportion, more or less, to my daughter, my husband and to our family. Let’s begin with the child then. Since the day she grew teeth, she stopped eating vegetables. I’m not sure why and where in the family this aversion to something good for you comes from.
Both her grandmothers are quite concerned about this. For me, it has been quite tiresome to force the child to eat things she does not like. But she has a huge appetite for all things meaty. She loves her stews (without vegetables, of course) and when we do go out for a meal, she’s fond of her burgers and fries and pizza. Now, she’s nine years old, but I have been told that kids her age eventually grow out of the aversion I mentioned. It also helps that the rest of the family, particularly the little boy, are already enjoying healthy, balanced meals.
My husband, as I mentioned before, has a chronic illness. This means that he has to continue taking his prescribed medication for the rest of his life. Fortunately, his diet only requires some moderation and he’s happy to avoid all forms of fat and grease. By now, he’s quite used to this and doesn’t miss it at all. He’s generally a healthy eater, and with the exception of one, he balances his meals like the rest of us. Also, everything is enjoyed in moderation and he never overeats. This is another important fundamental for keeping him healthy in lieu of his chronic condition.
I almost forgot to mention another recent development in my daughter’s eating habits. I also need to digress from what I said earlier about her aversion to vegetables. Not that we serve much of it anyway, she seems to dislike all vegetables that are traditionally cooked or warmed lightly. But give her a small side dish of salads and she will gladly oblige. The pleasing development in her diet is this. When we’ve all sat down to her favorite barbecue treats, her plate looks distinctly different from everyone else’s.
We’ll all have a full helping of salads with our ribs and sirloins. She’ll just have her small salad. But the main accompaniments to her meaty treats are generous helpings of fruit, particularly the berry varieties. She’s particularly fond of plums too. Along with that, I’m quite happy that I’ve managed to wean the children off fatty ice cream. Here, another digression is required. It completely slipped my mind at the time. Those of you who have been following my posts up to now will have recalled this.
I made mention of my children’s fondness for the ice-cream parlor. Well, it’s not quite the same thing anymore. They still seem to think it’s the real McCoy and enjoy it as much. If I’m not bringing a bucket or two home with me in the grocery bag, then we’re all enjoying our trips to the fat-free frozen yogurt farm. So, through a mother’s deception, she’s managed to coax her children to enjoy indulging themselves in something that isn’t bad for them. But, as I’ve noticed around my own stomach every once in a while, not too much of this, and like my husband’s dietary requirements; everything in moderation.