Hello and welcome to #FitFamilyFriday, the new linky co-hosted by me and Ryan at www.dadcreek.com. Both of us are keen to be fitter, healthier versions of ourselves in order to better enjoy family life and promote a healthy lifestyle for our children. The purpose of this link up is to invite you to join us on our journey and encourage you to share any post (new or old) that is related to diet, exercise, health or wellbeing.
This post is not about anything specific that has happened today, nor is it me complaining about anything in particular, it's just a reference to a really shitty state of mind that I've been in today. I have been taken back to a time when I first started this blog, a dark time, a depressed time, a disillusioned time.
It was always going to be a hard task. Getting my kids to have any of their 5 a day is a near impossible task. To date the only thing that works is Innocent Smoothies and an apple. When they were younger they flirted with the idea of eating fruit, hell they even ate veg, but at some point in both of their lives, they became resistant to all things good and only craved the processed immediacy of convenience food.
When I saw the reviews of Naturelly by other parents I thought it was too good to be true; fussy kids miraculously being cured after one sip and suddenly craving all things good. But optimistically I thought this could be the solution I was looking for to bridge the gap between rubbish and notional easing of conscience.
When I tried the juice, I thought it was lovely. It was very sweet, but as I was drinking the tropical juice flavour, it was rich in pineapple and tasted sweet but nice. It was rich in natural sugars, but full of flavour. Keen for the kids to try it, we packed a picnic and headed off to Colchester Zoo, here were the results.
The post is a brilliant one. It explores the differences in the experiences of racism, racial discrimination and bigotry dependant on the demographic you belong to, and how and when to inform your child on these issues. Several comments elude to the notion that they will teach their children about these issues as and when they experience them, but therein lies the rub; black children are more likely to be exposed to racism more often than their white counterparts. No matter how much of an ignorance bubble we build, racism happens. A black lady that I know, who is married to a white man, has a discriminatory experience roughly twice or there times a month, in my 33 years I am yet to have one. On one occasion, she telephoned a hotel, I won't name it but it is a well known mid priced hotel chain, and asked if there were any rooms free for her, her husband and her 2 children. Of course, came the reply. When they arrived at the hotel, the husband went to park the car while she and her children went to check in. As soon as the receptionist saw her, suddenly no rooms were available. Her child asked her why no rooms were available when her mummy had phoned up and booked in advance, she had no answer. No answer, that is, until her husband came in and asked reception if there were any family rooms available and suddenly one was. At that point she had her answer. Her children asking her why daddy had managed to get a room but she couldn't. That was her first experience where she has HAD to discuss racial discrimination with her kids.
Is there a song that sums up how you feel about yourself? For me it's As Good As I Once Was by Toby Keith. To coin an old quote from a particularly cheesy movie, my ego is writing cheques that my body can't cash! If I was a T.V. character, I would probably be Friends' exceptionally dull Bobby, but I like it. You can have your late night partying, you can have your womanising and you can't most definitely keep your painful, body debilitating hangovers that last for 3 days. I'm an 85 year old trapped in a 33 year old's body, and I'm comfortable with that.
Mummy Shambles takes a humorous look at the value of mistakes and the importance of learning in life. Please try not to laugh too hard at her anecdotes, she did have to relive them all over again whilst writing this after all!
I would love to hear what your most memorable mistake has been?
For as long as I can remember I've had an utterly terrible relationship with food. Like the girl who constantly runs back to the bad boy despite knowing he's no good for her, I am the bloke who keeps going back to processed, unhealthy, rubbish. I know it's bad for me, I know it doesn't love me back and I damn well know it will not help me achieve my goals, so why do I keep succumbing to it's trans-fatty, sugary sweetness!
As you probably know (if you've been following me on any of the social media platforms) I'm living in Germany and have recently come back to the UK to complete a course in Health and Safety Management, please keep reading, this isn't a lesson in risk assessments or bureaucracy. To come back from Germany, I had to take the transport that was provided by work which meant an 11 hour door to door trip each way. 22 hours of travelling, which is really quite mundane and expensive, because the more bored I got the more I spent to alleviate it, a vicious cycle I'm sure you will agree. During the course, on a much needed break, I read the second instalment of Kerry-Ann's Commuter Diary on her wonderful blog Life As Our Little Family which gave an incredibly accurate list of some of the most annoying people you will come across on your commute. My particular favourites were the Phone User Fuckwit and the Seat Hog Fuckwit. Reading this made me think about my trip and all the observations that I have made and the experiences that I could have done without.
I read a brilliant poem by @nortonmum about mothers being the glue that keeps families together. It's not the first poem that I've read of hers on her blog www.theuncheshirewife.com and I am constantly impressed by how easy she makes it appear to write great poetry. After writing about my decision to stay in the Army and speaking to my daughter over FaceTime for no reason whatsoever 2 lines that rhymed popped into my head. Before you know it I had written a few more lines until I had what resembled an extremely amateurish poem. (by poem I mean a lot of words where every other line rhymes, I didn't realise that there were so many words that could rhyme with say or way!) Well, after writing it and a few tears, I thought I would put it here.