A couple of weeks ago, I gathered up my family and told them that in 3 day’s time we were all going to do a 30 day challenge. Frank looked at me and told me that giving up his wine and cheese was NOT going to happen. Mariah gave me a half-hearted oookaay. Hayley, in contrast to the first two, was thrilled. She’s been a bit upset with herself for her lack of discipline while at school, and thought that the challenge would be the jump-start that she needed. I was equally thrilled to have a partner. Frank soon became enthusiastic as well.
Of course I desperately want my family to be a healthy, happy one. Doesn’t every wife/mother want this? I don’t think I’m alone when I say that I enjoy taking care of my family. It gives me great pride and I believe that feeding our loved ones is in itself a strong, loving gesture. However, it’s easy to make food that excites and makes them smile, but it’s more loving, in my opinion, to feed them healthfully. The true task at hand is to excite them with nutritious food and then keep them interested. The hope is that new, healthier habits will form.
Here’s the kicker. While I’m great at doing the research and talking the talk, my own willpower is…uhm…lacking at times. Oh sure, pull up a chair and I’ll tell you all about my autoimmune disease, what foods seem to trigger a response and heck, I may even know a thing or two about what ails you and how getting off certain foods may help. That’s the beauty of the internet. There are endless sources of information and fortunately there’s more and more about autoimmune disease.
Yes, I even go to parties and have long discussions at times about how much better I feel because of the changes I’m making, but turn your head and I may lose all resolve and shove a cupcake into my mouth. Or, I may go somewhere fun with my honey, try a new restaurant, order our burgers naked, (without the bun), forego the fries, feel darn proud of our healthy choices…and then order dessert. That’s what happened on July 4th weekend. Frank looked at me with an expression of How could you?!!! The beautiful ricotta cheesecake with blueberry sauce was set on our table and then quickly disappeared, eaten by the both of us. That’s when I looked at Frank and said, “Sorry honey…I am not your rock.”
Now, there’s a part of me that again wants to say, “Poor Frank,” but there’s a part of me that realizes and expresses to my family that each of us is responsible for what goes in our mouths. There will always be temptation and the person splurging is not responsible for everyone else’s dietary path. Do I sound as if I’m defending myself? Maybe a little. It’s not fair to put that kind of pressure on anyone. I try my best to keep the healthy food in the house. I cook meals that are in line with how we all want to eat. I’m also human, which means that I’ll never be perfect and that’s perfectly fine with me.
I’m happy to report again that while none of us is the strictest of Paleos, we’re all doing so much better. Maybe we are a little perfect. hmmm….