Friday, August 12, 2011

By Example

Recently I saw a photo of a little girl in diapers standing on a scale, looking at her weight with a worried curl in her brow.  The photo was being used as a warning to moms about the messages we send our kids about weight-obsession.  Our little girls, particularly, watch and pick up our fears, insecurities, and our focus on that big W word—Weight.

Ever since having my daughter, I’ve been determined to teach her to make healthy choices at a young age.  When I was a child I was chubby and felt insecure physically.  The way I was treated by kids and teachers at school created scars that still hurt at times.  (Mostly the hurt now is just fear that my daughter will go through something similar.)  Understandably, I do not want Eden to have her weight be an issue while she is in school—or ever, for that matter—but I cannot deny that part of weight is wrapped in genetics and she probably will have to face it at some point.

My job, then, is to teach her how to overcome the weight “tendency” the best she can—without teaching her to obsess about her weight!  Where is that line?  Can I make her conscious about something, without leading her into the weight-obsessed mindset most of our society already pushes?

The answer, I think, is recognizing myself as the example.  Do I obsess about weight in front of my child?  I can talk about portion control and daily exercise with positive results, but am I mixing it with a panicked fear that if I don’t do these things, something very bad will happen?  Does my need to lose weight overshadow my ability to love?  If I eat more than I should, do I carry on about my regrets and fears?  Is my self-image wrapped up in looking a certain way?

My child watches and learns how to be healthy, both physically and emotionally.  I pray that I am able to teach her to be healthy in both aspects.  

Friday, August 5, 2011

Kitchen Project

It’s been hectic at our house this summer. We are currently without cupboards in our kitchen and soon to be without water, refrigerator, or any other useful appliance. Due to some water damage we are getting a new kitchen, which really is a blessing even though it feels like a curse right now.

The curse is enough to drive me crazy—trying to get the cabinet guy to call me back, trying to find that pan that was once in its perfect spot, and trying to make dozens good decisions in a matter of hours. And another obstacle: my anxiety for the days to come.

I am dreading the weeks when we won’t have a kitchen, and when we’ll be hearing slamming, hammering, and drilling nonstop instead. How will my kids react? How will they nap? Where will we go during the day?

And where will we eat? Will I gain ten pounds from eating out all the time? Friends have told me that I should BBQ outside and use paper plates, which is a useful idea I plan to do. But what if it’s too hot? Where will I keep the meat if I don’t have a refrigerator?

So many questions and so many concerns. I really should let tomorrow take care of itself.

Ultimately, this situation is the perfect topic for a health blog because there are so many health ramifications from being kicked out of your kitchen. I plan to give updates as we progress through this unanticipated project. Hopefully I’ll be sane enough to do so!