At playgroup today my son was offered a piece of cake. He’d already had a piece of cake and two chocolate coins so I said no – what he had already consumed was a tad on the excessive side anyway, in my opinion. The other ladies thought I was being harsh and unfair and, in the time it took to protest, the cake was already in his hand with first bite taken so it seemed I really would have to be harsh and unfair if I took it from him. So on he went, chomping away on his second slice of cake.
When it comes to sugar, I am one of the world’s biggest hypocrites. I monitor my children’s intake and teach them about the dangers of sugar and how unhealthy it is for the body but I eat way too much of it myself – particularly now that wine is off the menu (I’m told this is fairly common in the early stages of an alcohol-free life so I’m not freaking out about it just yet).
Most parents I talk to seem to know that sugar is terrible for the body. So why do we “treat” our loved ones with harmful things?
Also, why do we “treat” ourselves with harmful things and why don’t we support each other with gusto when one of us starts making healthier choices.
I’ve been fortunate. My friends have been incredibly supportive about my 100 day alcohol free experiment. What’s interesting is that not as many are completely behind the idea of quitting for good and I find myself wondering why not.
Surely when the people we love make choices that lead them to live longer, healthier, happier lives, these are choices we should support wholeheartedly?
Over a decade ago, I used to smoke. I hated it when friends quit smoking. It made me feel weak and gross. When I was drinking, I felt far more at home with drinkers than non-drinkers. It was the same thing. I felt weak and gross. It forced me to recognise there was another choice and I wasn’t taking it. Sugar? Same thing. Who wants to choose the cake when the person opposite chooses a salad?
I wonder. Do we need people to be complicit in our vices if we’re to enjoy them?