[HD: I’ve been keeping this special post in my back pocket for months, waiting to pull it out at just the right time. Given that I’m sick of reading about the ongoing coronavirus pandemic, you’re probably tired of hearing about it, I already wrote about the mental challenges of living in a quarantined world, and I can’t muster the enthusiasm for continuing my T3 Controversies Series right now…this would appear to be an opportune time. What follows is the blog’s first-ever guest post, written by my daughter. She thought it was a fun idea, and I agreed, so I hope you enjoy it. This should go without saying, but she says it in her first paragraph and I’ll echo it: please keep the comments positive. There is a zero-tolerance policy in effect for troll-like behavior on this post.]
Hi! I am Hormones Demystified’s daughter. My dad and I thought it would be cool to give you a glimpse inside a diabetes doctor’s home life – from my point of view, of course. This post may not be like the normal, professional posts you might be used to getting, but I think that this is a great opportunity to inject some humor into this blog (humor that no one can really be touchy about, *cough cough*). That said, I would love to not see any hate comments on this post. Though I don’t think there’s anything in here that could generate hate, I know that some people always find a way. Remember, I am still a 12 year-old kid with a heart, so please enjoy!
Sometimes, when my dad comes home from work, he has had a pretty normal day. Other days, some patient has come into the room saying, “I know what tests and medications I need, now sign here.” While eating dinner, we try to calm him down before his head explodes. Though, I do like hearing some of these stories. The way some people choose to talk to my dad can be extremely funny.
Sometimes, his patients also see other kinds of “doctors” who do some really wack things. Yes, I know all about these “quacks” – as my dad calls them -from my dad’s passionate rants on them. And when patients come in quoting them (usually naturopaths) to him, my mom and I will most definitely hear about it. So, please, do not do this to your endocrinologist or else their family will have to listen to them complain about it for the entirety of dinner.
Since my dad is a diabetes doctor, he always wants our family to eat in the best way that we can. He actually does like sugar, though. When I bake something highly addictive, he will have to tell me or my mom to physically take the chocolate chip cookies away from him. Sometimes, there is reason behind his healthiness. Sometimes, it can get a bit out of hand. For example, a diet with reason would be to not eat butter noodles with garlic bread and no vegetables or protein. I can understand that. But when the serving size on a cookie box is six cookies (small cookies), and he says, “Nope. Only one,” that can get pretty annoying. Like, not even two? Fortunately, my mom put an end to that rule pretty quickly, but I was worried for a while. Whoever is reading this (yes, you), feel my pain and sympathize.
I do want to eat healthy, but I don’t want to go crazy obsessing about what I am consuming. I still want to enjoy my meals! At times, my dad has these things that I call “health phases”. The one that he’s in right now is his potassium phase. Sure, I’d love to be healthy and eat lots of stuff that’s good for you, but I wouldn’t really prefer to eat yogurt, beets and kimchi in the same sitting. Yes, my dad did this, believe it or not.
Since being born into this family, I have developed a few habits:
- My tastebuds have changed dramatically from when I was little to now. Don’t get me wrong, I like sugar. While I used to love anything sweet, now things can actually be so sweet that I can’t eat it. I know. “Too sweet.” Impossible. When I went camping with some friends, we made these things called pie-iron pies. Basically, it was two pieces of white bread and raw pie filling from a can. While my friends were clamoring for seconds, I was trying not to be sick from all the sugar and carbs. D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G. 100% would not recommend.
- When going to the grocery store, I can’t help but check the nutrition facts on every single thing we put in the cart. Yogurt? Nutrition facts. Tomato sauce? Nutrition facts. Salt? Nutrition facts. The salt is always sort of boring. Zero, zero, zero, sodium 580, zero, zero…
- Finally, my last major habit is that I totally silently judge my friends’ food. They bring their own lunch, open it up, and what do I see? Bread, rice, juice. But what I don’t see I judge even more. No vegetables?!?! So unhealthy. No protein? Do their parents even care about their kid? But when they buy lunch… pizza, fruit roll up, juice, cookie, ice cream, chips… the list goes on. I find myself crinkling my nose at their food choices and saying to myself, “Even if I had the option to take those things for lunch, I wouldn’t. My friends are going to die by the age of 21 if they go on like this!” So, if you are a parent, don’t kill your kid at an early age. Feed them good, healthy choices.
Social and School Life
When my dad hears about the horrifying lunches that my friends and classmates bring to the middle school cafeteria, he threatens to come to my school and give a talk to the parents and students about healthy choices. Of course, this would do no wonders for my social life, so I always manage to talk him down. Thank goodness.
Sometimes, I get tired of the healthy eating routine at my house, so I innocently ask my parents if I can go to a friend’s house around lunch or dinner. Once I arrive, their parents are just like, “Oh, do you want anything to eat?” And I’m here like, “Oh, if you insist.” I then proceed to eat without my dad judging me. Dad, if you are reading this, sorry, it’s true.
This is one of my favorite stories to tell about my healthy eating, so I’ll share it with you. I’m sitting on the bus, minding my own business, while two boys are arguing whether Pop Tarts are better toasted or untoasted. One of the boys who I’ve known since second grade asks me, “What do you think?” I then proceed to reply, “I’ve actually never tried a Pop Tart.” Everyone sitting around me suddenly turns to face me and scream, “WHAT?!!!” My dad never buys Pop Tarts since there is so much sugar in them, so I honestly have no idea how they taste.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you found this a nice break from the deep stuff that is usually on this blog!
[HD: I took a few well-deserved lumps here, which I suppose is karma. Nonetheless, there’s one question raised here with which I think many parents struggle: where do we draw the line between causing our kids to have an unhealthy obsession over what they put in their mouths and encouraging them to have a healthy obsession about what they put in their mouths? As you can see, I’m still learning.]
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