I didn’t grow up with snacks. My mom didn’t buy them and so I didn’t have access to them.
Once I had my own money I didn’t want to spend it on junk, so I never really developed the habit of mindlessly, subconsciously, shoving crap down my throat while vegging out in front of the tv.
My own family is so different. The kids inherited the snacking gene from his side. They don’t even know what it feels like to watch tv/youtube/netflix or whatever they watch these days without snacks…
Our teen boy has an unhealthy attraction to salty, crispy chips to the degree that if they’re available, he eats them.
All. Of. Them.
The tween girl has high carb/sugar desires. Anything baked, sweet, crumbly, or alternately, *fake* candy (made without a single real food), and she’s all into it. I noticed if she indulges too much without a proper balance of water intake and green veg, her skin gets itchy.
“You can take all the antihistamines you want, if you don’t watch it, you’ll develop an unhealthy habit that will be much harder to manage in adolescence,” I told her. “Plus you’ll get skin conditions and yeast infections.”
May as well hit her up with all of the unpleasantness right from the get go. 🙄
She’s pretty good with monitoring now but she’s only 12 and it’s going to be a long road through puberty, I think. 😳
I still monitor both kids but I’ve stepped back a bit. At some point, they gotta take charge of their own bodies.
My role as primary food purchaser and meal maker is to control the amount of junk that comes into the house.
Does this mean we never have snacks, or ice cream, or cookies, or chocolate in the house?
No, of course not. (See yesterday’s post.)
But when I do buy things on sale, like Miss Vicki’s chips, I have to ration the portions and hide the bags because otherwise, that stuff won’t last 24 hours. Or 12…
“Where’s the chips,” the teenager will say, appearing out of the woodwork when I unpack the grocery bags.
He can’t hear my instructions to clean the bathroom or put the laundry away, but the crinkly sound of a bag of chips can be heard past his headphones while plugged into the PS4 downstairs in the basement?
Note: I’m running out of hiding spaces. This boy is a sneaky kid. 😂
Anyway. The obsession with snacks during mom’s PMS week is a little out of control. 😉
So far, the ice cream I bought yesterday is gone (good), and the chips still in the hiding place (also good). I’ve been advised by internet friends (who don’t want to see me turn into a blimp) to lay off the noshing, which shouldn’t be too much of a problem today as I have several out of the house commitments.
I’m gonna make it. First day is always the hardest… 😉
Tell us about your snack weakness and how you manage it. See you in the comments!