Bonjour mes amies. I was planning on writing a long post about yesterday’s journey to the seaside, and I will, but I felt this was worth chronicling first.
Warning, hippy dippy potentially New Age-y shite incoming.
As many of my readers know, my kids are remarkably picky eaters. To the extent that I often wonder why they aren’t more skinny. In fact, whilst I think they are fine they certainly aren’t underweight.
You know that I’ve tried everything to get them to eat. To eat more, eat healthy(er), to eat variety.
It has, quite frankly, killed me. Both mentally and physically. There has been such an attempt made to:
But it has more often resulted in:
We all know about healthy eating. We know about food groups, vitamins, minerals, “5 a Day” but what do you do when, despite your best efforts, they just won’t?!?!?
Well, if you are me dear audience, you fret, and stress, cry, feel like a failure, and let it beat you down until it becomes (yet another) reason to push you back in your depression spiral/box.
But, the hus-creature loves me, and his kids, and hates to see us like this.
And he read a study on it. A study that showed that forcing picky eaters to eat outside of their comfort zone actually causes way more harm than good.
There was more to it of course, but it’s what it boiled down to.
That it is better that they are given what they will eat, rather than not.
So, that’s what I have been doing.
Peanut butter and jam sandwiches are now a daily meal staple. I sometimes vary it like the above, sometimes not.
And this is the result of careful theorising. I’m always left with a small amount of boxed macaroni and cheese after I make it for them.
Probably because I add the peas!!!
But it’s never enough for an additional two meals on its own.
Voila! Side dish. And yes, one child has broccoli (TT) and one child has cucumber (#1 Son) because of preferences. But I am working on that too. Do you see the tiny amount of each on the other’s plate? It works.
And no, they won’t accept home made macaroni and cheese sauce. I tried.
So yes, their diets are limited, bland and (to me) frankly appalling. But they are happy. They are eating. Meal times aren’t a battle anymore. No more tears.
They have a set “routine” of meals now:
- Boxed mac ‘n cheese with added peas. At least it’s the organic kind.
- Hot dogs
- Chicken nuggets (hidden veg brand whoo) with shaped potato of some kind.
- Tinned spaghetti with meatballs – but that is significantly less successful than the boxed type.
- Cheese quesadilla (again hidden veg) and that is #1 Son more than TT.
There might be more, but I forget.
Thankfully they do also eat:
- Cucumber (more #1 Son)
- Broccoli (TT)
- Carrots (TT)
I’ve excluded the “junk food” they will have when we go out but even that is predetermined and a small list.
- Cheese pizza (more #1 Son than TT)
- Chicken tenders
Rarely they will accede to a pasta dish.
But gummy multivitamins are aces, and now I’ve embraced my reality? I’m much calmer.
TT also likes to stand on the scales after we do once a week, so that allows me to keep track of her weight, and she’s fine. She even gained a little last week.
So to any haters out there I say, walk a mile in my shoes before you judge. And until then: