My Name is Mommy

For the longest time, my son thought any meat that he ate was chicken. He liked chicken, he assumed all meat was the same, and that was fine with us. He ate. These days, he assumes all food is simply not worth the time required to eat it. He would rather be bouncing. Seriously, all this kid does is bounce. Bounce on the floor, bounce down the stairs (trying VERY hard to discourage this one), bounce on the pillows, bounce on other people (he does get in trouble for that one). You’d think he’d realize that he needs some yummy morsels to keep up the energy to continue on with all that “Tigger bouncing”, but apparently he’s getting enough, because he’s still going (and going and going…).

My daughter will eat almost anything, but nothing quickly. An hour this morning for a scrambled egg, a piece of turkey bacon (I don’t think my kids will ever know what real, yummy, greasy bacon tastes like. Poor things, they had to be born to a mommy who needs to lose some poundage!), and a piece of toast. An HOUR. And that’s not her record, either. I think an hour and a half is still in the books for that particular meal. And that’s with us constantly reminding her to, “EAT!” She has way too many other things on her mind. Too many games to play, questions to ask, observations to make. Apparently, those things don’t require the consumption of food, at least not in a timely manner.

My youngest will eat anything. He especially favors whatever I’ve forgotten to sweep up from under the kitchen table. Yuck. I’m trying to dissuade that particular habit. It would be nice if that could be accomplished by just not HAVING anything under the kitchen table, but I don’t see that as a reality anytime soon.

Me? I eat whatever can be consumed standing up, in between moments of getting a hundred other things done. I eat anything that will still be palatable after sitting around for 20-30 minutes. Sometimes I just can’t get to my food right away, sometimes I honestly forget that I was eating.

Okay, who’s kidding who? I’ll eat anything. Such is the reason for the poundage that needs to be lost. Ugh.

Alright, alright, I hear ya. Instead of complaining anymore about the weight today, I’ll just be thankful that I have plenty to eat: hot, cold or otherwise.