It’s all paying off. Finally.Two weeks ago hubs was convinced that the benefits of a healthy diet would save him from “bad numbers.” And the kids also are reaping the benefits of our new lifestyle in an effort to prevent “bad numbers” of their own. And I couldn’t be happier.Life is good.
Today was also nothing short of a miracle. My second girl, the skinniest of the flock, the self-proclaimed junk-food aficionado and the one who since birth consistently falls in the fifth percentile of weight, has come around.
Pulling my way through the carpool lane, I see her petite silhouette approaching the car and notice a hardcover pink book tucked securely under her arm. I didn’t think much about it as the other kids climbed into the car. And during the drive home, while the others gleefully shouted out about their day, she remained quiet and focused, absorbed in her book.
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When we arrived home, she exuberantly confessed that this book, The Girls’ Book of Glamour--A Guide to Being a Goddess by Sallie Jeffrie, contained all the tips and “secrets” about how to develop habits to stay healthy and beautiful.
Hmmmm, I thought. Hadn’t I been telling her little “secrets” for years?
Upon entering the house, my formerly-closed-minded eight-year-old made a beeline for the kitchen and grabbed a yogurt and a banana. She gobbled them up and without lifting her eyes from her book, read all about the foods' nutritional wonders. After mentally checking it off her to-do list, she quickly downed two of the book’s daily recommended six eight-ounce glasses of water, and mumbled to her older sister something about planning to eat whole wheat toast for breakfast the next morning. I was dying and could barely contain my excitement.
“Listen,” she exclaimed, indicating with her forefinger on the text, “It says here that eating foods high in fiber and rich in potassium contributes to a well-functioning body.”
Are you freakin' kidding me? Is this the same kid that stubbornly turned down a few ounces of Gatorade a few years back that could've prevented her subsequent hospitalization for dehydration, just because it tasted "weird?"
And for years, this fool (me) has been begrudgingly purchasing loaves of zero-nourishment white bread because this same kid adamantly refused to try anything else. Now, she reads it published in a book with a pretty pink cover and a cutesy title, and believes it to be true. Amazing.
Then she summoned her siblings to her side and did some hardcore healthy-lifestyle advocating, thereby further relieving me of my parental responsibilities such as nagging. Reading chapter excerpts aloud to a captive audience, she covered everything from proper hair care, balanced nutrition, to the benefits of a good night’s sleep.
All the children, even the boys, were rapt and ready to jump-in and become full-fledged “glamour-health-nuts.”
So what did Mom do? What I always do: exploit these kids’ fleeting trends and fickle phases, before they fizzle out.
I immediately got busy in the kitchen and served up a smorgasbord of dishes: sautéed broccoli with sunflower seeds, high-protein pasta, lip smacking meatballs and eggplant lasagna---and challenged everyone to eat up in the name of “good health, no zits and longevity.”
Eureka. It worked! Afterward we observed each others’ skin clarity, hair sheen, and all kiddos marched off to groom before bedtime.
And then, for just a brief moment, my little glam-girl tore herself from her newfound bible and asked me for a cup of chamomile tea---that is, right after she had exfoliated her flawless face and moisturized her bony little feet.
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