To say I am proud of how far the 8 year old has come in an understatement. That kid flies the fructose free flag loud and proud. Not only does he make his own choices now that reflect this lifestyle, he also likes to give advice to other kids. Nine times out of ten, this advice is met with eye rolls but none the less the kid has made it.
I still remember how the first 7 months of his journey consisted of him complaining on how sh*t his life was because he couldn’t be the same as the other kids. It wasn’t even about the actual sugar, it was just about the fact I was making him different to his peers.
Back then I could completely understand where he was coming from because no one wants to be the d*ck at the party not being able to have the same thing as their friends, because their mum is a sugar wh*re.
However by giving him what I guess you would call “cheat meals” and allowing him to have it if he really wanted it for a special occasion, he felt like he was more in control and he wasn’t being made to miss out on anything. It was now completely up to him. It was easier for him to say “I don’t want it” then to say “Mum said I can’t have it”.
The only downfall with putting the control in his hands was knowing he doesn’t like to disappoint people. I would watch him at parties saying “yes” to things I knew he didn’t want because he felt he had to. I would watch him nod like a zombie when offered say some chocolate cake and then watch him try and do a sneaky hide the cake back on the table and leg it out of there.
He has a pretty big heart my 8 year old. I would say to him “if you don’t want cake, then just say no” and he would then go into some dramatic story about how that would be inconsiderate and mean because the poor mum had tried really hard to make that cake (umm, that cake is from a cake maker, that mum wasn’t stupid enough to attempt to make a pikatu cake herself.)
Don’t get me wrong, my kid isn’t perfect. He still has the occasional treat here and there and his weakness is still flavoured milk and lemonade. He just can’t drink as much as he used too. It gives him a headache apparently.
The 2 year old is still requiring some type of sugar exorcism. If anything sweet is in her line of sight then she needs it in her life stat. If there is nothing sweet available, then she merrily goes about her life.
Going shopping is still a pain in my a$$ and those dam kinder surprise eggs can burn in the pits of hell.
I just need to remind myself constantly that I am the adult and therefore I am the one to blame for what goes in her mouth. However when she is convulsing on the shop floor, screaming loud enough to shatter glass, I look for some other type of adult to intervene, because I clearly can’t handle that sh*t.
When she is in the confines of our little house her diet is perfect, once we leave these walls it is like she is some explorer out to conquer the world of all things sugar.
The only big positive is that she will happily have some fruit as her sweet fix and that will keep her happy. I pretty much have a fruit salad sitting in my bag every time we go out. I should also point out that if you don’t get a good sealing container, you will have fruit salad juice in your bag for days… Ohh and if you leave it in your bag for say a week… heaven help you.. that smell will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Reflecting back, when I started this journey it was never meant to be a permanent thing. How could it? Who goes without sweets, honestly? However to think of my life as anything but how it is now, is impossible.
I would be lying if I said every day is perfect and we are the epitome of the fructose free lifestyle… pfft I wish. But I take great pride in the fact that we have come so bloody far and that the choices we now naturally make without hesitation are a reflection of this.
Some days I would kill for a chocolate bar and you know what, sometimes it takes buying a chocolate bar and having a bite to realise that it truely isn’t as good as you remember and that is a good feelings. Sometimes that chocolate bar tastes bloody good and it fills that little hole for the next month or so.
Life is about learning and living. One step at a time.
I hope your week is amazing!!!