When it comes to dieting, are my children a help or a hindrance to me reaching my goals?
The other night I couldn’t stop thinking about the Klondike bar in my freezer. I tried to fight against the urge to eat the chocolatey ice cream goodness, but I finally broke down and wandered over to grab it out of the freezer. Everyone else in the house was in bed, so I wouldn’t have to share. I opened the freezer, and the Klondike bar was gone.
My 14-year-old daughter had already eaten it.
A couple of weeks ago, I stashed some Hershey’s Kisses in the freezer, and every one of those kisses were gone before I’d even missed them. I wouldn’t have even known except I found little piles of the tin foil wrapping all over my living room. (I didn’t buy the kisses — my mom did.)
In addition to eating chocolate and ice cream, my children do a great job of keeping the cookie jar empty. I rarely notice that one because I’m not a big cookie eater. My husband, however, notices and complains.
It would seem, based on results like these, that my children are helping me reach my goals.
Or they were until the two youngest participated in a fund raiser for school that resulted in 6 (yes SIX!) boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts being the newest addition to my home. In all fairness, I had purchased two from each child, and the youngest child spent $10 of his own money to buy 2 dozen doughnuts of his very own. And no, he won’t be eating them all at once.
We plan on freezing several boxes, and I anticipate the kids will do a great job in polishing these doughnuts off as quickly as they eat everything else in our house.
