When I first met my husband (in 1998), he was a total fitness and nutrition nut. The kind of person who evaluated every meal in terms of grams of protein. Food was fuel and taste was completely secondary. We ruined a lot of good recipes in those days.
Some time after we got married, things started to slide, we were cooking a lot, experimenting in the kitchen, and you know what? Fattening food tastes better!
But about a year ago, Hubby got the itch again and hopped back on the fitness and nutrition bandwagon. It started innocently enough, but before I knew it, he’d shed forty-five pounds at we were at JC Penney buying all new clothes. I think we’re done now. Heck, we better be done, we can’t afford another new wardrobe. How’s mama supposed to go to blog conferences if Dad’s buying all these new clothes?
So a fit and healthy husband is a good thing, right? I should be over the moon or something.
There’s just one hitch:
Hubby has trouble turning off the nutrition thing and meals with Charlie can get a bit heated.
At almost three and a half, Charlie is starting to get pretty opinionated about his food. Many, many foods are deemed “unworthy.” Public enemy number one is chicken. He doesn’t want it; don’t give it to him; don’t even say the word, people. He’s also developed a deep love for macaroni and cheese. Clearly he’s his mother’s child. His love for The Mac is so great that oftentimes, I cook up a box of Velveeta Shells and Cheese and then just disguise bits of chicken and vegetables inside. He’d probably eat a sock if I topped it with a cheesy shell first.
This stuff is killing Hubby. In his opinion, protein=all that is good and right in the world and carbohydrates=evil. Cheese isn’t high on his list either, but I think it does contain a smidgen of protein so it’s not as bad as noodles.
I understand his concerns, but Charlie is three. lots of three-year-olds are picky and really, I don’t think he’s all that picky. He’ll take at least one bite of anything, but if he doesn’t feel like eating it, he’s done. I just can’t see getting all worked up over a toddler’s diet. He’s growing, he’s gained almost a pound since starting school, he eats absolutely no sugar. This is a kid who used to eat through a tube! How sad can I get when he prefers cheesy carbs over lean protein?
So what do you guys think? Here’s a list of foods that Charlie pretty much eats every time:
mac ‘n’ cheese (cue a choir of angels)
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (no sugar added)
beans and rice (Mexican or Cajun)
Spaghetti and meatballs
Here are some things he eats more than half the time:
Salad with dressing
cucumbers in vinegar
Here’s what he won’t touch:
Clearly we need to work on fruits and vegetables, but are we in dire straights? I’m thinking no.