Ice cream and pop for breakfast!

GGGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! 

Thanks, just had to get that out. At the risk of opening myself up for judgement (which, let's face it, is the point of blogging anyway), I am sitting here watching my children hog-mouth 2L bottles of root beer over breakfast.

It is hurting every fibre of my being to watch and yet I am saying nothing. Actually, I am doing my best NOT to watch or I will open my big mouth and spoil their fun. Why am I allowing this horrific diabetes-inducing teeth-rotting display of North American gluttony to proceed, you ask? Well...because it doesn't happen very often. Actually, it's never happened before, and likely won't ever happen again. There is an extra child in our house this morning because we are on the tail end of a mini-slumber party and the guest kid is the one who brought a 2L bottle of pop for everyone...and okay, I admit it - I probably would have thrown cold water all over that idea if I'd been home at the outset, but I wasn't. Anyway. What I want to teach my kids is self-regulation so that when they grow up they won't leave my house and go,

 WOO HOO I CAN EAT ANYTHING I WANT!!!!!

...which is what I did. I gained 40lbs in that first year and did damage I am STILL working to undo, both to my body and my psyche. 

But it's not about me anymore, it's about them. If I can teach them that most of the time if they pay attention to their bodies and make good choices, they are totally allowed to throw good judgement out the window and drink two litres of root beer inside 24 hours. 

And then they are also allowed to discover for themselves that doing that feels like absolute shit.

 In other news, I have added a new machine to my kitchen - hooray! This compulsion to grow my collection of machines and doohickeys is giving my poor husband an uncontrollable twitch in his eyelid, but hey, kitchen experiments make me happy. The new machine is a YONANAS, a little droid that grinds frozen bananas into an ice cream-like state. It comes with a cute little book that has cute little recipes like bananas with chocolate chips and bananas with strawberries...but screw that!!!

 (I did try plain bananas just to get started.) 

But you know what we had for breakfast? Don't tell the children cause as far as they know it was just fruit....

Butternut squash and blueberry protein ice cream!! And it was the bomb. Oh yes it was. I will never buy ice cream again.

So yeah, they washed it down with root beer. But I will laugh on the inside for the rest of the day.

And last off: in case you missed the little hidden link in my last post, here it is again!