*I will use each Tuesday to rat myself out about something! It’s all in good fun and I am sure that these “truth-day” revelations won’t be things people don’t already know about me!
I love when my kid doesn’t eat all his food on his plate. I grew up in a household full of guilt. My mother always forced us to eat everything on our plate before we could be excused from the table. Not that I am (wholly) blaming her for my food addiction issues, but I think it did lay the foundation for bad eating habits.
Well, not I’m a mom and K is a grazer. He would eat every 2 hours if I would let him, and for the most part, I do. Also, when he tells me that he’s finished, I don’t push it—even if it’s just one small bite. He knows when he is full and I want him to listen to his body. But I have to admit—his food is usually a lot more yummy than mine is and I am stoked when he doesn’t finish his pizza, or French fries, or fish sticks, or chicken fingers, or hamburger, or whatever. And you all know why—because then, along with my pitiful salad and boneless, skinless chicken breast, I get a little bite of heaven (AKA CARBS and grease!).
