Choosy Moms Don’t Choose BK

Allison Nazarian Health, The Life of Allison, There, I Said It

Last night, I had three kids (my 2 + Kid 2’s BFF) and few dinner options. I am usually super-organized ahead of time as far as dinner, snacks and the like. Last night, I wasn’t.

Kid 2 also informed me that we needed to go to the library for an emergency book she forgot all about until the last minute. I also had to get to the bank before closing time and was fielding work-related emails coming in fast and furious due to that pesky time zone/difference thing. This is just one reason why I wish I had a wife….

When Mom is doing it all at once, what’s a Mom to do? 

 Burger King, that’s what. 

As some of you know, last year I radically changed my diet: Gluten-free, sugar-free, caffeine-free, recently dairy-free — the whole nine yards. I made the switch not out of a preference that originated in me. I made it to, in effect, fix some health issues I was having and couldn’t find a remedy for in “modern” medicine. (I have, for the most part, “fixed” them.)

For a variety of reasons, I did not impose these changes on my kids. I am far more vigilant than I was before about what I give them to eat when they are around me, but they are teenagers who have their own lives and their own wills, and I cannot even try to control their every waking moment. 

Besides, and here is the true problem: We live in a place and time in which healthy is expensive, inconvenient and not always tasty — especially in the eyes of a kid or a teen. That’s the big issue here. Buying only organic? Gluten-free? Looking to add “superfoods” to your diet? Hope you have the funds to devote to this. And the time, for that matter. The time to prep, the time to make supermarket runs more often, the time to plan ahead.

Looking for convenience and ease? For a way to slip in these massive changes into our typical American day?

Let me know when you find the trick, I haven’t found it.

So, last night BK it was. The kids were so happy, they were beside themselves. The two girls (Kid 2 and her bff) ate their BK feasts in the backseat of my SUV (what a cliche!) while we sat parked in the library lot. My son ate it at the kitchen table after we came home. 

Healthy? No, not at all. Inexpensive? Yes. Convenient? Yes. Easy? More than anything else.

Therein lies the problem. I wish I could do something about it, but aside from posting rants on Facebook like some of the activists I follow, or adding another TED video to the “Moms Angry About Food” genre, I don’t see how one person can make a difference for their kids.

Do you?

 

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