Those of you who are "friends" with me on FaceB00k will have seen this already, but I want to share it here too. It's a little conversation I had with my darling boy (aged 3 years and 1 month); it went like this
Arthur: 'I want a Mummy biscuit.'
Me: 'What's a Mummy biscuit?'
Arthur: 'It's got chocolate on it.'
(But don't lecture me on setting a bad example to my child. No doubt there are plenty of other things I do that are even worse and he's destined to be a chocolate-eating sociopath/psycopath with no teeth.)
And talking of being busted, here's a very pertinent comment that Sarah left after my last post where I moaned about not being able to eat (enough) 'proper' food and turning to sliders (ie chocolate) instead:
"Are you eating the chocolate because you can't eat anything else or telling yourself you can't eat anything else so you can eat the chocolate?"
And, do you know what, that hadn't even occured to me. Talk about a lightbulb moment. Ever since I read Sarah's comment I've been making much more of an effort to eat 'proper' food, and actually think about what/how I'm eating rather than simply turning to the chocolate because I expect to have an issue and therefore think it's not even worth trying. And as a result, I ate some fish for dinner on Monday evening, 3/4 of a cheese sandwich for lunch yesterday, and half a pepper, cheese, ham and onion omelette for dinner last night. And I ate a LOT less chocolate as a result.
Sometimes I wonder about where my band brain has gone!