Sunday, September 02, 2012
It was my grandson's birthday party yesterday, and one of my daughter's friends bought him a bag of junk food because she thinks that he is being deprived due to the fact that my daughter does not purchase those cheap boxed "treats" on a regular basis.
However, being deprived of eating junk food is one thing that parents should focus on, especially considering the health crisis the nation is having nowadays. The truth of the matter is that my grandson is far from being deprived of eating low-nutrient, high-calorie so-called foods and that is the reason why my daughter wants to limit those things and does not bring them into the house on a regular.
Studies are now indicating that sugar is addicting and I believe that to be true, especially seeing my grandson's behavior change for the worse whenever he wants and does not get his fix. The other day, we celebrated my granddaughter's "half" birthday (she is now 10 1/2 years old ) and I purchased a small cake for her. After we had a small piece, my grandson climbed up onto the counter so he could get some more. I had to leave and since dinner time was in an hour and half, I took the leftover cake home with me so he would not keep trying to get another piece, trying to save my daughter the battle she would have with his determination to eat some more cake.
The next day, he was so naughty and kept running down to my house (we live next door). I kept hearing "Coco-numnums" all morning long. I'd give him a banana, peanut butter toast etc whenever he would ask for something and then send him back home. Finally, about the fifth time he ran away, my daughter followed him and said that he knew I took the cake home yesterday and he wanted a piece. Of course, I knew that all along but did not want to give him a piece.
I took the cake out of the fridge and asked him if he wanted a piece. He got so excited that he actually shook. To me, that is a sign of an addiction. We all had a small piece of that cake and my daughter and grandchildren went home and there was no longer the struggle to keep that little boy home after that. He had his fix and he was content.
So, when that family friend bought him all that junk food for a birthday present (3 years old); I was a bit upset. She purchased it because she thinks he is being deprived of junk food and my daughter is being a mean mom because she does not buy Little Debbie's, Ho-Ho's etc. on a regular basis.
How come people do not think of kids being deprived if they are not getting regular servings of broccoli, green beans, lettuces, peas, cauliflower, squash? I watched several documentaries that stated that we are a nation of over-fed and undernourished population. Observing the items on the grocery store shelves, I can see how that has happened. Most of the items on the shelves have little or no nutritional value that would support a healthy lifestyle. So much of our food supply no longer resembles food in its natural state and comes in a box. We are told to check the labels so we can make healthy choices, but often those labels are very revealing as to what we are actually being deprived of: vitamins and minerals.
Too often, the focus is just on protein, carbohydrates and fats. We are led to believe that when the manufacturers add in vitamins and minerals then that product is better for us. The truth of the matter is when the item needs to be "enriched and/or fortified, then it is an item we really ought to leave on the grocery store shelf.
I am thinking today that being deprived of junk food (low-nutrient, high-fat, additives added to give it a longer shelf life, etc.) is not a bad thing.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Yesterday was race with my grandchildren day, and it was awesome. The first was a 5k with my granddaughter. The decision to run it was made the night before. But it was like a practice run for my granddaughter because in three weeks we will be doing a chip timed race.
It was a small group, and judging from the conversations and appearance of the others, it looked like the group consisted of high school and competitive runners. This translates into my granddaughter and I took the tail end within the first tenth of a mile.
My granddaughter turned around and saw no one running behind us. I said, "Yes, we are last." Then she took off running, too fast for me to keep up. So, there I was trailing behind my granddaughter. For the first two miles, I was not sure if her motivation was not to be last or to beat me at the finish line.
She did not have the endurance to keep up the pace and I caught up with her at the end of mile 2 and we ran/walked the last mile. (She became a bit shy at the final stretch and tried to hide behind me. )
I usually look at previous times before I sign up for a race and then join if it seems like I won't be the last one coming in. But, you know what? I did not care this race. It was not a bad feeling coming in last because my granddaughter had a great time. She beat her mother's 5k time by almost 2 minutes and her previous time by over 7 minutes.
It wasn't my best time, but it was a good run for me because I pushed myself so I could keep up with my granddaughter in the beginning. I knew it was too fast of a start for me, but I could have ran faster that last mile, but I could not leave my granddaughter behind.
After the 5k, there was a kid's fun run and my grandson wanted to run it. He is not quite three and I think he is beginning to love to race. I know he likes to run with grandma but yesterday, I realized he is actually understanding the concept of racing.
The distance was about .45 miles and he ran the whole distance, even after he tripped and fell and skinned his knees. He just got right back up and continued to run. What a lesson for me! Despite what some would call a failure, he just got right back up and continued on. There was no moment of self-pity or poor me. He did not even take time to brush off his knees. Although he did need some comfort because we ran hand in hand for a short while.
He understood that he had to run to the finish line and run he did...
The one thing I like about running races is finishing each one is an accomplishment in itself. Sure, it is nice to have a new PR but constantly striving for a new PR each and every time takes the fun out of it. Being last in not a bad thing, but giving up and feeling sorry for yourself is.
Monday, August 27, 2012
This race was a last minute decision. It was a small group and the other runners were a bit faster then my granddaughter and I. So, we took the tail end almost from the start. Despite that, it was a PB for my granddaughter and she beat her mother's best time.
Monday, August 27, 2012
My grandson is not quite 3, but he is loving starting to "race". He did a fun run yesterday and is so proud of himself for his accomplishment. And what a runner he was. The distance was about .45 miles (according to my garmin) an he ran the whole distance. He started to look tired and when I asked him if he wanted to walk, he shook his head. He was determined to run.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Last year I purchased the smallest size in jeans that I can remember for my adult life. Even with the vanity sizing, it was small. But, this year I cannot get those things past my hips.
It must be that when I was going to the laundermat last winter that the dryer must have shrunk them.
I honestly do not know if I will ever get them back on. I took my measurements today and, if I recall correctly, I am about the same size. I weigh about 5 pounds more than I did back then. However, after I had an 8 pound weight gain this spring (courtesy of Peanut Buster Parfaits from the Dairy Queen), I got serious about getting rid of the extra pounds. I started strength training.
So, it must be I am gaining muscle.
I have no clue as to whether or not I'll ever get back into those jeans but I do know now that I am exercising more days of the week, I feel a lot better. Also, I am cutting back on my morning coffee and am noticing that I am sleeping better than before.
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