But through such tactics as appointing myself Commander in Chief of What’s Available, and reminding my children on a daily basis where all final decisions end up, I’ve set up a healthy eating lifestyle for my family that rivals sliced bread in its simplicity.
My own success in raising healthy kids began the moment I reclaimed my power, since motherhood shouldn’t in any way resemble a rerun of “Who’s the Boss?”
Health officials have all but given up on how to treat adult obesity, concluding that only prevention, not treatment, offers the best hope in addressing the crisis. Which means Mom may feel powerless to help herself in her own struggle with weight loss, but that doesn’t mean she still doesn’t own the right to keep that car in the garage and money in her wallet, and the reason one less Happy Meal is sold.
Okay, so maybe at times I might need to stand with legs apart, hands on hips and shoulders back, in order to better assert my authority, but there is no question among my three children who exactly the boss is. (I have been trying to convince them, however, that this rule does not apply to their father, but my 10-year-old enjoys his reaction and so repeats it often.)