Ugh. I can’t decide if its fate or irony that I would have a child whose autism diagnosis pretty much guarantees that he will be a picky eater. Even trained therapists can make no headway with Red Fish. The child is food stubborn.
Why is this fate or irony, you ask? I HATE food. When left to my own devices, I will either not eat or revert to a diet of goldfish, pieces of American cheese, and cereal. Which is what my kids eat!
Some women fantasize about cooking healthier, meal planning for a month, cooking gourmet. I fantasize about being someone who fantasizes about these things. I will put together a plan to get the boys to eat better and then fold after a day of their self-imposed fasting. Why? How could I do this? Because I totally relate to their plight.
I have been talking for weeks now that I am going to meal plan a week’s worth of meals and then…follow through! In my purse right now is that week’s worth of meals. Are they awesome? Are they elevated? Nope. One night says spaghetti. One night says chicken and rice. I picked two lunches that I will be alternating.
It is important to note that these meals are just for me and the hubs right now. My boys either eat at school or at the grand-p’s during the week. So I call this Stage 1.
Meal plan: check
Feasible meals: check
Simple grocery list: check
Setting good example for boys: check
Eating healthier than fast food: check
Knowing what’s for dinner: check
Feeling silly that this seems like an accomplishment and embarrassed to show the world that I have trouble feeding my family because of kid AND parent food issues: check
Admitting that I make this harder on myself by feeling that way: check
Current grade for all things food: D
Learning to be ok with this, cut myself some slack for being a working mom, believing that I can do better, and deciding to do better – even if I don’t know exactly how yet.
They so did not eat this: