The Hunger Headache
Mar. 30, 2010 8:02 am
Updated: Mar. 30, 2010 9:12 am
So I had a headache yesterday for the entire day. Even worse than that, I was HUNGRY all day. Now, anyone who's dieted knows this feeling of utter helplessness; either soldier through it, or give in and tear open a bag of chips, thus destroying a whole day of progress. I decided to soldier through. It wasn't easy. I also made myself a side goal for the day not to yell. BK (before kids) this would not have posed a problem, as I'm not much of a yeller to begin with, but these days with a two and three year old, as much as it embarrasses me to admit it, I do a fair share of raising my voice. Anyone out there who doesn't? Well, I want to be you! Anyway, I'm really trying to be better. I don't want my kids to grow up telling their friends "Mom's a maniac", so I'm giving it a solid effort to take a step back and breathe before reacting. I did pretty well. I didn't fall apart when my three year old peed on the new sofa, and THANK YOU, GOOGLE, I was able to get it all out without even a tiny bit of residual smell. I calmly pulled the boys apart when they started attacking one another in the tub, and I didn't even lose my cool when I spilled raw chicken juice all over the kitchen floor after stepping on a Lego. I made it all the way until dinner. That's when my sweet little two year old disappeared, and out came his alter ego, Mr. Won't Eat Anything.
Yep, I've got a picky eater. I'm not sure where he came from, as Hubs and I aren't picky at all, and my oldest boy is literally an eating machine. Put a full plate of food in front of him, and he'll clean it. He won't ask what it is, he doesn't care; if Dad will eat it, he'll eat it. Xavi, my middle boy, is such a challenge. The list of things that he'll eat is actually pretty extensive, but it's all junk. He won't touch a vegetable with a ten foot pole, with the exception of potatoes, and even then only in chip or french fry form. He'll occasionally eat chicken or turkey, but mostly his proteins are limited to hot dogs. Blech. Eggs? No. Hamburgers? No. Mac & cheese? No. Who is this kid?? I'm really hopeful, though, because he loves strawberries. He'll eat a pint of them a day. I'm trying new things all the time with him, and he's slowly warming up to cantaloupe. He loves orange juice, but not oranges. Needless to say, unless I feed him hot dogs and chips all day every day, meals are a difficult time. They usually end in a tantrum, with me giving in and letting him have what he wants. Yeah, I know, things are never going to change if I don't put my foot down, but what's a mother to do? I'm afraid he's going to waste away to nothing. Last night I'd had enough. This boy was going to eat dinner with his family.
I made one of our favorite meals, Herbed chicken breasts with tomatillo salsa and queso fresco, with steamed veggies on the side. The recipe is actually a Cooking Light recipe (sorry, AR, I'm on a diet!), and can be found on www.myrecipes.com if anyone is interested. It's fab. I knew Xavi wouldn't eat the salsa, but a pan fried chicken breast with breading? It's like a giant, healthy, chicken nugget. What child wouldn't love that?? Mine. Props to him, he did try a bite, and promptly spit it out. Wouldn't touch the veggies, even with my best coercion tactics. Things rapidly escalated into a screaming fit for him, and my head about to explode. I got him a yogurt, and handed the whole mess off to my poor husband, who had just spent the last 10 hours working in an ER. Thank god for Hubs. Out came the laptop, with the Nickelodeon video games. With one kiddo on each knee, and both of them engrossed in Spongebob, he was able to pop little bites of chicken into Xavi's mouth, and he chewed away like a little zombie. Would the child-rearing books approve? Maybe not, but my kids don't read those books.
Soon after, all the boys were sleeping, and I was able to breathe again. I made it through the whole day without falling off the diet wagon, and even got to watch Nurse Jackie as I worked my way through our daily three loads of laundry. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. And this morning I woke up hungry. With a headache. But I'm ready to try again. Bring on the chaos!