My dear reader, Christy, wrote me a lovely comment about what a great mom I am, cooking my kids all this healthy, home-cooked food, and well, I’ve got to come clean:
When I excitedly announced to my family that I had joined the last Vegan Month of Food Blogging Challenge….
And just last week in fact, before this Vegan MoFo business even began, my husband whined pathetically that I don’t cook enough “Dude Food”.
So although it might look all Happy Healthy Homemaker from the outside, I’ve got the same problems as the rest of you. I’m just really good at ignoring them.
But seriously, “how to get the kids/partner to eat healthy foods” is a question that comes up a lot with coaching clients. So let’s talk it through.
My Confession: I was the Junkiest Junk Food Junky EVER!
Many of you have already heard this story, but my mother says that my very first word was “Pop-Tart”! My love of junk food and all things processed and packaged just grew from there.
Do you remember something called “Space Food Sticks”? Mercy me, these things were a 1960’s Space-crazed version of giant tootsie rolls created to fuel us young astronauts through our busy days of moon rock collecting. I actually became so addicted to Space Food Sticks, that my mom had to stage an intervention! I am NOT kidding. She had the entire family corroborate the lie that the company that made Space Food Sticks (Pillsbury) had gone out of business. And because I always did the grocery shopping with her, she had to constantly invent growing subterfuge to keep me from wandering down that aisle and uncovering her deception.
(I eventually did find out, and I have yet to forgive…)
My mom was a gourmet cook and ahead of her time whole-foods wise (Pop tarts and space food sticks notwithstanding). I hated everything she made and invented a name for healthy veg-filled meals: Schmuckinuck. Yes, for real. If any of my childhood friends are reading, you are surely remember this whole shmuckinuck issue.
For about 15 years I subsisted on scrambled eggs, grilled cheese and tuna fish sandwiches with the crusts cut off. The daily Schmuckinuck that appeared on our dinner table along with those objectionable bread crusts, rarely passed my lips. At age 16, when I announced I would no longer be part of the animal cruelty machine and was from here on out Vegetarian, my mother chuckled and said “OK, good luck with that.” The only vegetables I ate at the time were tomatoes, corn and potatoes. PB and J became my new stand-by, although my discrimination of bread crusts continued. Yet through all my pickiness and food-stage-weirdness, my mom kept cooking the healthy stuff and I got pretty used to seeing it there on the table. Only now do I understand that this was Brain Washing.
What to do with your picky eaters?
So what’s the point of all this? I just want to encourage you to keep cooking healthy meals despite your kids’ grumbling. They’ll survive and may end up coming around eventually and be Schmuckinuck lovers just like me! But if you NEVER introduce them to healthy food, then they don’t stand a chance as adults. I’d say that about 90% of my clients never ate veggies, not as kids and not as adults. And now they’re sick and overweight with 40 years of food habits to change. Think of yourself as Jaimie Oliver and step forth boldly and with humor, involving the kids in your healthy kitchen experiments. Tell them you’re afraid of Brussels Sprouts too, but you’ll try them if they will. Then make edible green sprout snowmen and bite their heads off.
At the same time, keep up a steady stream of grilled cheese, PB and J, and tuna fish sandwiches with the crusts cut off. You have to make some concessions to prevent all out rebellion. It doesn’t all have to be Kale and Tofu to be healthy. I survived just fine on PB and J with nary a vegetable crossing my lips for probably 15 years!
Please note though dear reader, if you are struggling so much with your own relationship with food, honestly, it’s going to be challenging to pass on good habits to your kids. Book a Breakthrough Session and we can talk it all through.
And just so you know that we’re keeping the pop-tart legacy alive,
My youngest on a recent pop-tart reconnaissance mission. (Dizengoff Center if anyone wants to know)
Eats his shmuckinuk too, though.