I used to just throw any pooed in underwear out. 10 pack of kid’s underwear is cheap.
Finding a stripped oil plug on your “new” car.
Sorry about that. I break tools sometimes.
I may have thrown a tool or two.
I was a widower for my first four kids. The youngest two each learned to use the washing machine before being fully potty trained, even knowing how to use the “sanitize” cycle.
I got my appendix out in November and they gave me Oxycontin for the pain. Completely unnecessary.
I got two wisdom teeth pulled yesterday and they gave me Oxycontin for the pain. Completely unnecessary.
It’s no wonder we have an opiod crisis.
Brave New World man … they wants us on the Soma
My lunch was disgusting, and my snack is not much better.
Cutting, obviously. Do not enjoy.
Spotted this on IG. I have nothing (much) against posting a random ab check, but there’s zero reason to make it a family affair so they grow up thinking it’s normal behavior.
Teach your kids healthy eating and exercise habits, obviously no problem there, but getting kids that young used to analyzing their appearance and/or posting it online has bad idea written all over it.
If that doesn’t have future body image issue written all over it. I don’t know what else would.
Well… i guess it could be worse
Kids in photo = more IG likes.
I reckon that’s what it all boils down to in that instance.
This is something of which I have to be careful. I don’t let my kids see my crazy behavior yet, but some of it is inevitable. I have a food scale and weigh my portions because I can’t seem to eat right without it (I try). I’m afraid of the message it sends.
We have to be careful when we talk about food, too. We get all sorts of junk from my parents - candy for Easter, desserts, etc. My wife and I don’t like to eat it often. It makes her asthma flare up and it makes me fat. We’ve made comments about fat and my daughter picks up on it. She’s already said things like “You shouldn’t eat very much of it because it’ll make you fat.” ![]()
It’s tough to find a way to encourage healthy eating to a six year old without speaking negatively about the junk food.
My wife’s mom died at 49 of heart disease/diabetes/other issues etc… when my wife was only 11.
My 5 year old asked the wife “why did your mommy die?”
Response: “her heart failed because she ate nothing but junk food, never exercised and avoided doctors”.
We let them have a piece of candy now and then. But they know it isn’t food, it’s a treat.
They definitely need the truth, but I struggle to explain things without referring to body fat. It always has a negative tone because that’s how I feel about it. Kids always speak their minds, and with 2/3 of the US population being overweight/obese it’s inevitable that she’ll say something in public.
Part of me doesn’t feel bad about that. I’m tired of the “love your body” and “big is beautiful” crap. But I also want to teach my kids to be kind and compassionate. It’s not really our job to tell people they’re fat and unpleasant to see.
I’m not at “crazy” and never have been, but I’m very dialed in. I’m not entirely sure why it’s so important to me, but one factor is that my mother also died in her 40’s (dropped dead one day at 47). Some of it is certainly vanity, and the other piece would be managing anxiety and hyperactivity. Running relieves stress - I’m actually struggling to remain motivated in that direction because things are going so well now. It may be time for me to shift to primarily lifting.
But back to kids, my daughter and I have very different genetic makeups, and I know that it’s always been extremely difficult for her. I’m just under 5’7", with a slender/Barbie Doll build. She’s shorter and apple shaped. I’ve tried very hard to instill an interest in healthy behavior in my kids without worsening her sense of herself as inadequate - but at the same time allowing myself to pursue fitness at the level that interests me, which is higher than average. It’s hard.
LIFE is hard. And that pisses me off.
I’ve learned through cooking and baking that my ability to eyeball volumes of ingredients isn’t as exact as I once thought…also, one of my favorite quotes from Poor Richard’s Almanac is many a mickle makes a muckle…which translates into many little shits makes a mound of shit
You never under estimate, do you? The portions just gradually grow over time.
I really suck with condiments. I’m like, “Oh, that’s two tablespoons.” The next day I pour on the same amount while weighing it and it’s five.
Same man … when I started measuring I noticed the difference and how much I was over estimating
The amount of natural peanut butter that fits onto the spoons in our house is roughly 3 actual table spoons.
My mom smoked cigarettes since she was 13, drank a gallon of rotgut whisky a week, and still lived to be 85 years old - granted, thats not old these days but for her lifestyle, it was miraculous.
can’t argue with genetics!
That is all~
