Here’s my take on sticking to your budget, while still eating healthily.
The transition from baby to toddler is the start of a whole new life as a parent. Suddenly, it’s all about the 4 Ps – playgroups, pull-ups, potties and, er, pickiness at meal times.
We all want our children to eat a healthy range of foods so that they have nutritionally-balanced diets. The long-term plan: to help them learn to love good food for life. But right now, today, when you’re always so busy and every day is a tired day, it can sometimes feel like you’re knocking your head against your wall.
Hey, I’m an Organix No Junk Mum!
As regular readers will know, I’m on a mission to promote fresh, healthy food for children and families, and encourage kids to tuck into more fruit and vegetables – starting with my own super-fussy eater boy. (An update on his progress is coming in a future blog post.)
After over-indulging in chocolate and sweets over Christmas, I had been feeling rather uneasy about how reliant I’ve been on refined sugars to get me through the day. So I’ve been on a no-sugar mission since the start of this year.
You’ve got to be careful with New Year’s resolutions. If you think too big, they can be a surefire path to feeling lousy as, one after the other, they fall by the wayside.
For me, Christmas Day is a weird combo of over-excited, hyped-up kids + post-festive admin euphoria high (no more spreadsheet, yay!) + feeling a bit hangdog after a late night of frantic last-minute wrapping and a few drinks.
With my little boy still a bit of a veg swerver, I’m always on the look-out for ways to make vegetables just that bit more interesting.
My eldest daughter has been studying the Second World War at school. And as part of that whole shebang, she’s ended up with a few copies of original Ministry of Food War Cookery Leaflets, which were produced by the government to help people with rationing.
I love vegetables, but number 3 child hates them and has done so since he graduated from baby purées.
It was my daily treat of two squares of chocolate every evening that did it. Over time this indulgence had morphed into three, then four squares, and sometimes more. But what really troubled me was that even when I didn’t fancy it, I would tuck in – as though it was my right.
Here we are – back in the thick of uniform shopping, work deadlines and scrawling dates for upcoming school events on the calendar. And my summer holiday seems a very long time ago.