I Make Sure My Son Eats Organic, Healthy Food
This morning, my son had scrambled eggs, whole-wheat toast and fresh organic blackberries for breakfast. Oh yeah, and a sippy cup full of organic DHA/RHA enhanced milk. I, on the other hand, had two (maybe it was four) cups of coffee and a few chocolate eggs left over from Easter.
Lunch? Well, he had a peanut butter sandwich on whole grain bread, locally grown sugar peas and an organic plum. Me? More chocolate eggs and a Diet Coke. At least it was diet, right?
I obsess over my son's food, and as a result, he eats like a king. I, on the other hand, eat like a college student living on 50 bucks a month and adrenaline.
Why is it that I'll go to the ends of the earth (across town) to get locally grown, organic produce for my kid when I can't remember the last time I ate fruit or vegetables (wait, does Cherry Coke count?). Why will I carefully plan extremely healthy (and balanced) meals for my son, and then grab a few Oreos for myself and call it dinner? What's wrong with me?