Where is the husky section?

As I went to buy my 9 year old son new shorts, I knew that I had a big problem on my hands.  The only section of the boys department that would fit him, are the husky clothes, and I wasn't about to start shopping in the men's section yet.  I cried.  A lot.  In my car.  What kind of mother did I become, that I allowed fast food, ranch covered everything, candy, and soft drinks, among others become a staple in my sons diet?  A lazy one?  A bad one?  No.  Just a mother who at one point stopped caring about her own health, that she allowed it to trickle down into her son not caring either.  But then again is a child to supposed to care?  If I could go back in time, junk food would be one thing that I would have limited, possibly even not allowed to be in his diet.  But I cant go back in time, I can only go forward.

As my and I talked this past week about no fast food or soda next month, he actually seemed happy about it. Almost like he knew that I was doing this so that they could all live a better life.  Almost like he knew that I was doing this so that I could be around longer for him.  Almost like he knew we were going to be better off in the end.

I also knew I had a problem on my hands when he would order an adult meal at a fast food place, now I know I am the only one to blame for that.  Not only would he order it, he would eat the whole thing.  Why did I allow this?  Was it because I didn't want to hear the pouting or the arguing?  Which I am sure he got from me.  Hell I used to get mad if someone got my order wrong.  Now when I think back, I want to smack myself upside my head and say "Jenn pull yourself together ITS JUST food".  And it is, its just that.  But when if you were me (I don't want to say a bigger person, because I don't know if that is how everyone is), it might have made sense.

Vacations, birthdays, parties were all revolved around food.  Everything revolved around food.  Hell they even have TV channels just for food.  Every other commercial is about fast food.  Billboards are all about fast food.   From now on, fast food will mean fruits and vegetables, doesn't get much faster than that.  I am finally prepared for the battles and or tantrums from a 9 year old when I put my foot down.  I am prepared to stop shopping in the husky section for my 9 year old son.  I am prepared to be a better mother and wife.


I am prepared and understand that this will be a journey, a life changing one, but like this picture below says, I will not be fast, cheap, easy or fake... anymore.