Being a charter member of the Bad Moms Club, I have plenty I can feel guilty about. Topping the list this week is sugared cereals.
Henry eats about five bowls of cereal a day. At least. So I've posted a list of cereals on our fridge, ranked by nutrition. I drew a line below which I wouldn't buy. It's right below Frosted Flakes and right above Cookie Crunch. Nothing involved with marshmallows, cookies or candy bars.
Henry's been on a campaign for the last seven years to get me to buy him Lucky Charms (way down on the list). I've brought home all the fun organic brands I ended up having to choke down, slid by with Cocoa Krispies and even stooped as low as Trix (see photo). So far I've resisted the charms of multi-colored marshmallow bits ("extruded marbits," technically) but he's wearing me down.
Henry's about 5' 8" and weighs 115, so childhood obesity is not an issue here. He's also never had a cavity, so my warnings that his teeth are going to rot out and be drilled to the roots don't work. He really isn't into sugar otherwise: I have to throw out Easter and Halloween candy months later (after I've eaten my fill), but he wants that cereal.
My friends range on the continuum of "sugar = poison" to "what's the big deal, it's just a friggin' box of cereal!" I don't buy into the popular conviction that sugar and food dyes cause behavioral issues, ADHD, bad grades, juvenile delinquency and general depravity. But standing in the cereal aisle, looking at the screaming neon packages designed to entice innocent babes to stuff themselves with chemicals, the Bad Moms Club guilt kicks in.
Anyway, I only have to hold out 12 more days. Summer's coming, and what's summer for but to sleep late, watch cartoons and eat junky cereal? Isn't it?
Quite pretty, really, but is it food?