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That was beautiful I too cried gosh really opened my eyes my daughter is 7 and wants to work out with me so I can lose this weight she is my motivation but looking at this wonder if that is to much for her to say lets do a dvd or we should not get pop cause that is not healthy for us thanks so much for sharing this
When the end of the journey seems impossible to reach, all you need to do is take one more step.
Thank you for this post. You have inspired me to step back and take a look at what I'm doing with my own kids. I have a form of narcolepsy that manifests itself with additional symptoms, such as extreme fatigue. That, plus being a full time grad student, results in my giving my kids unhealthy options far more often than I should. Thank you for inspiring me to change that,
Andrea may I first say - Hooray for you and your family. Good luck with all of this.
I read your posting and I have to say, I cried - good thing my office has a door. I could really feel what you felt at that exact moment. I have a little girl too and lately she is fixed on death and why people have to die and she keeps saying that she does not want me to die. This is after hearing my husband say that I am digging an early grave if I don't soon change.
Huggs to you and that special little girl of yours!
It's amazing how kids pick up everything. Sometimes parents don't notice how much we talk about something, but kids notice everything.
It maybe too late to go back and make a new start, but it's not too late to make a new ending.
I eat to live. I don't live to eat.
I wish you well with the new plan for yourself and your families health
Today is Tuesday which means my 6 year old daughter has gym. It's cold so she needs to wear pants and sneakers to school. None of her school pants fit her. She's been increasingly getting her toddler belly back. No big deal, we'll just go buy her a size bigger and she'll go to school late.
They don't have the winter school uniforms out right now. All we found were boys pants and my daughter fit into a size 8 HUSKY boys pant. She started to cry a little bit. She said I know I'm fat and need to go on a diet. My beautiful, brainy, sweet caring daughter just told me she's fat and needs to go on a diet.
I just stood there, with my daughter on the verge of tears, my husband next to me and it hit me! I need to change the way I talk about myself, I need to change the way my family eats. It's nothing my daughter has done, she shouldn't even know about the word diet, she shouldn't even have a thought that she's fat. The fact that I've let her hear my negativity towards myself is terrible. The fact that our family has been dealing with some things and haven't had time to sit down for a regular dinner recently doesn't mean we can't eat healthy.
I've recently been undergoing painful physical therapy and haven't had the energy or strength to make a full fledged healthy dinner so I've fallen into the evil routine of picking something up on the way home, or making spaghetti which is quick and easy, then laying around with my daughter and watching TV or movies (if homework is done).
All this came to me standing in Target trying to figure out what to do about my daughter and looking at her beautiful face with tears in her eyes.
I put down the boys size 8 HUSKY pants and told her this "I'm sorry. You are by no means fat and that is not a word you should even know! You do NOT need to go on a diet! You are beautiful and wonderfully perfect just how you are! We do need to start making better choices about what we eat and that starts with mommy."
I called the school, told them they don't have winter uniforms out and what should I do about my daughter who has had a growth spurt. They said she can wear a skort so long as she has tights underneath and wears sneakers. I went and bought her 3 pairs of cute tights, new sneakers and sent her home with her dad to get dressed and head to school.
Seeing in my daughters eyes all my fears, negativity towards myself, my laziness, my lame excuses of pain and fatigue showed me I need to stop it! I can spare 2 hours prepping veggies into small containers that my daughter can grab when she needs a snack and I'm hurting to much to get up and get her something. My husband and I need to make a meal plan for at least a week so that whether it's me or him, we know what is for dinner and it gets made. Fast food, junk food, candy and all that fit in that category are being thrown out tonight.
All it should take is one good grocery shopping trip, an hour to make a dinner meal plan for the week, prepping healthy snacks, and trying to be more active when I can!
I don't ever want to see that look on my beautiful daughters face again! There are just no excuses for it anymore! It's gone above me caring for myself or worrying about what I look like or whining that I hurt too much to exercise or cook a real meal. It's affecting the best thing I've ever done, my daughter, who should still see magic and innocence in everything.
It starts tonight!