I was talking to a group of moms the other night at the pool and a friend slid me a cook book I had asked to borrow – it had some great nutritious and healthy recipes I wanted to look at. It didn’t take long for the conversation to turn to why I was borrowing the book.
My response was simple. I put my family on a diet.
The word diet has apparently become taboo where children are concerned judging by the looks on the faces of a few of the moms. I never got that memo. They were shocked. Maybe even horrified.
I’m unapologetic. I work in a gym, am fit and a healthy weight. But my diet has gradually turned to crap. Literally. We eat crap…We are busy. I swear kids in sports eat worse than kids who are home more. I barely have time to shop for food, let alone cook it. I am guilty of doing everything I said I would never do. We eat out, frozen meals and pizza. I somehow convinced myself this was ok. We were eating the good crap.
My youngest carries belly weight. It isn’t baby fat anymore. It is the chips with cheese and salsa. Plain and simple.
The worst part is – I know better. I know exactly what to feed myself and my kids. But I don’t. I am not proud of that.
I revamped our diet. Eating healthy has a reputation for being expensive. It isn’t. The food I have been buying lately- the good food – isn’t cheap. But neither was the junk food. Feeding my family at Chipotle is an easy $50. After two weeks I actually found that I spent less by cooking food with simple ingredients. Two of my kids haven’t complained at all. Grace even commented that she preferred everything I have cooked in the past few weeks over what we have eaten in the past. Sophie loves healthy food. She also loves the junk. Sarah is struggling. But I give her mad props for trying. She is a work in progress.
The unexpected results? I have lost 4 of the extra 5 pounds that I have been carrying around for the past two years. I am sleeping great and feel fantastic.
I don’t know why it would be considered a bad thing to put my family on a diet. I suspect there must be a more politically correct term for it. I am not interested in what that may be. I am only interested in keeping this up. It isn’t easy but it also isn’t that hard.
On the way home from practice Sarah wanted to know when they would be done eating this healthy stuff. My work here has just begun.