The girl is back to school.
She's in middle school.
I've been thinking about lunch. Not just because I'm hungry.
I've been thinking about this because these are the years when food issues really start manifesting and I, as a worrier, worry about this.
Thus far, she's been fine. I've been pretty adamant about not saying things like "That's a bad food" or "I'm being bad by eating a cookie". Food is food. Eat healthy food, and you'll be o.k. It makes sense, right? Eat the cookie if you want it, but don't think of it as evil. Enjoy it. Enjoy yourself.
I know that I was not the best at eating, particularly during my junior high and high school years. I was not bulimic or anorexic [although one of my aunts was CONVINCED I was and asked me every time she saw me]. I was thin and in good shape because I waited tables 3 days a week from age 15 on, and didn't eat much but didn't really think about food or portion control or denying myself anything. I ate when I was hungry. Fine, right?
Except . . .
What was going on was that for many years, the person I ate lunch with had major food issues. It was funny, then, but now I realize that splitting a two-pack of cupcakes and drinking a Diet Coke was probably not the best lunch. And it never occurred to me to do anything about it for myself or for her. I never brought lunch, and we could go off campus, but our trip was generally to the party store for Diet Coke and some sort of sugar snack. Not that a trip to a fast food restaurant or a pizza place would have been much better.
Back to the girl - she's taken her lunch to school probably 90% of her school life. And, except for a few Lunchables-filled weeks during her 2nd grade year [and for that, I don't know who to blame - peer pressure? I had never bought them until she started lobbying] she takes really healthy food. She's actually eating it, now, too!
But I worry, still, because I know that this is the time when things change. So I keep talking and keep trying to think of delicious lunches she can have. And I'm out of ideas. Also, good breakfasts. Because mine is always oatmeal, and she is not a fan.
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