Today after a failed luncheon date with my Auntie and baby girls in a small, hot, off the beaten path Brazilian Restaurant, I realized something about myself that hadn’t really resonated with me before… I don’t really value my health (Insert dramatic pause here ______ as I swallow half chewed steak and rest my fork and knife on the plate).
|Zoe gives her hair a fresh fruit deep conditioning treatment|
Sure I try to eat healthy time and time again. I’m no stranger to oatmeal for breakfast and a big salad for lunch. I try to avoid junk food in the form of candy and preservative riddled baked and frozen snacks. I’m not a total carnivore and I could easily live off of beans and rice. But honestly, I realize that there are some foods that I consume when I’m dining with friends or family that I honestly wouldn’t feed to my daughters. Instead, I’ll gladly shove fresh fruit, sweet potatoes and steamed carrots there way.
|A happy Jada dining on sweet potatoes in times past|
So today as we sat down in what I now deem as culinary hell, I looked at the buffet of food before us and thought: These beans are too salty, the rice is too oily, the biscuits are too greasy and what the hell is in this mystery shrimp sauce? I just couldn’t in good conscious feed this to my girls (even if I had forgotten to pack the back up applesauce)!
|Jada never likes to see an empty bowl|
And honestly, if I didn’t feel comfortable feeding it to them with the expectation that it would provide fuel and nutrients (and not leave them with 3rd world dysentery) why would I feed it to myself?!?!?
So hear me today and please hold me to this vow to treat myself better, to never frequent establishments that serve food that I wouldn’t want my girls snatching off my plate, and to put my oxygen mask on first before helping others.
|Because the rest of my days are going to feel like this one!|
Are you making good diet choices for a long healthy life?