I commented on someone else's blog today -- was it today? Lord, my days are confused! -- that Punkin looks nothing like me. People have alternately said that Bubba looks like I spit him out or that he's my twin, but Punkin? Hardly anything of mine. She DID get my dimples and originally had my blue eyes, but though the dimples remain the blue eyes have slowly turned green like her dad's. I mean, look at these pictures of Punkin next to her Daddy:
But there is one other thing of mine that she inherited -- my love of food. And eating. The child will eat anything. And she'll eat a lot of it. And whatever I have she wants some of it, which makes me nuts. Over the holidays, if she caught me snacking on something, she had to have some too. That reminded me of something my mom used to say to us as kids "If I had some doo doo, you'd want some too!" She and I had a good laugh about that on New Year's Day. I think she's secretly pleased that I'm getting my comeuppance!
But I've always loved food. My dad's side of the family are notorious for it, though my mom is an excellent cook and loves as good meal as much as I do. Even as a child my mom would let me order whatever I wanted at restaurants -- steak, even! -- because she knew I would eat what I ordered.
And I plan my vacations around food. Around where we're going to eat. I got a little peeved at Mr. Daddy on our trip to Dollywood because he chose a restaurant that didn't suit me. He chose it because it wasn't very crowded, but in my eyes that just means it's not any good. My dad owned a restaurant for years and he always said two things: 1) if a restaurant's not busy, it's probably not very good and 2) never trust a skinny cook! I didn't get a look at the cook at this place, but we should have known something by the lack of crowd. So I was disappointed. We don't get to go out to restaurants very often, so I like to make them count!
But I do worry a little about Punkin's relationship with food. Mine has always been fairly healthy, for the most part. My mom didn't keep junk food in the house and none of us are sweets eaters. My biggest problem is portion control. If something is delicious, I just have to have a little more. And a little more. And a little more. I mean, I CAN control myself. I have successfully maintained my weight for years. I know the way to lose weight is to eat less and exercise more. But I love to eat. It gives me pleasure. And sometimes -- when life is hard, the kids are fussing, there are bills to pay, and I'm tired -- if something is delicious? I'm going to eat it. And I'm probably going to eat it all.
I don't keep junk food in the house for the kids. They eat an apple or a banana for a snack while I'm cooking dinner. I can probably count on one hand the number of times Bubba has had a coke or other carbonated beverage -- though what happens at MeMe's, STAYS at MeMes. But the other night Punkin had THREE helpings of Spaghetti Pie. THREE. And not teeny tiny portions either. Part of me wondered if I should tell her no? But what if she was truly hungry? Or what if it was just delicious and she just wanted more? Part of me loves to see her eat because Bubba eats (and likes) so little.
But I want her to have a healthy relationship with food. I don't want her to be ruled by the scale (which I don't own, by the way -- everyone is better off if I don't know how much I weigh. I monitor my weight by how my clothes fit). But, I don't want eating to be just a way to stay alive. I want her to enjoy food. How do you find that balance?
I guess the best answer is for me to try to be a good role model. But good grief, isn't' there an easier way!
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