I sat next to my daughter at the dining room table as she ate her peanut butter and honey sandwich, frozen blueberries, and cheese stick. After taking a few bites she asked me, “Mommy, where’s your sandwich?” I didn’t have a sandwich on my plate. Instead I opted for a salad with goat cheese, sliced turkey, and balsamic vinegar and oil. With baby weight still to lose a salad seemed like a wiser choice.
I knew better than to tell my three-year-old daughter, “Mommy has to lose weight, so I’m just going to have a salad.” I’m not a stranger to food-related issues that start when you’re a little girl. My earliest memory of food becoming a “thing” was when I was about my daughter’s age.
