Windy Twilley

Yarn keeps me from opening fire.


Tyler is at the age where he begins the transition to "real" food, and it's really forcing me to take a hard look at Todd's and my diet. Todd's much worse than I am, especially since he's a diabetic - he eats white bread and candy bars and Cap'n Crunch two bowls at a time. To him, "vegetable" includes macaroni & cheese, hash brown casserole, and french fries.

I have sucked it up and realized that if I don't save my big fat butt, no one else will. I eat whole wheat bread, snack on yogurt and SmartPop, and try to avoid Todd's stockpile of frozen pizza. Lunch today was a perfect example - Todd had three ham sandwiches on white bread with mayonnaise. I had fresh black bean salsa with tortilla chips. Dinner has become an interesting challenge, because I normally don't like "healthy" food, and I'm constantly searching for tasty recipes that happen to be healthy.

It's a rough search. Especially because I am addicted to cheese.

But having Tyler has put a new spin on this whole thing. Now I'm cooking for a diabetic AND a potential diabetic. If Tyler gets the disease that has impaired my husband, I will blame myself personally. Chances are he won't, but I'm going to do everything I can not to let that happen. It would be almost criminal not to.

I'm taking the Momma's Crash Course in Nutrition.