Monday morning was day two of our family clean eating journey. It’s funny how no matter what we decide to do in life, we can be very sure that there will be derailments and even train wrecks along the way.
For example, as I type Brenden and Brielle are both sick in bed. It’s pretty cute actually, Brielle is eating her bacon and (exactly) a quarter of a boiled egg, and Brenden is sitting talking with her and keeping her company on her arduous mission of actually eating this food. They make a good sick team, and I’m just praying that Michael and I stay welllllll.
High.. she ate bacon.
And then she had cashews and raisins and fat head pizza (she loves it!!) and carrots and red pepper for her homeschool co-op lunch. She ate it all. Then she came home and asked for more carrots and I gave her ranch and for the first time in her life she tried ranch dressing. I feel weird because I’m all excited that my kid ate ranch dressing (because don’t all kids love to “dip??”) Not mine. This was a big deal.
Brielle brought her “rug” she made in Spanish class home and gave it to Michael. I love their little friendship so much. When they aren’t fighting they are lovvvvving.
The “low” came at dinner-time, when we asked her to eat chicken in her cheese quesadilla. She eats chicken; this shouldn’t be the end of the world. But apparently putting it in other food is just asking too much.
I ended up holding her as she cried and I thought, “what are we doing wrong. This is the worst.” It was so stressful for me. The reason she has these eating issues in the first place is because I can’t follow through. I cave and let her eat what she wants. I just do.
But not this time. We are track to somewhere healthy. Somewhere new. Somewhere where we all sit and eat the same good food and we are better for the struggle. God please help us.
The night ended with a plan. Brielle and Brenden sat down and drafted a menu for the next day. This simple act caused her to feel more in control of her life. They talked about what they would eat today, and came up with this:
My favorite part is the “quarter” boiled egg. Which she still has yet to touch this morning, but I have hope!
Gabrielle Elise Grace I am so proud of you.