Till I finally looked at my life and realized I'm doing A LOT. I'm doing REALLY WELL. At least in comparison to what I ate as a child.
*I* was raised on fast food and the frozen and boxed sections of the supermarket. Quite literally the ONLY food I remember my mother cooking that did not come from a box or have any sort of packaging to it was pot roast--hunk of meat in roaster, cut up onions, carrots, potatoes.
"Cooking" to my mother, and to me when I first started living on my own started with 'brown a pound of ground beef' whether it was to make tacos, dump in a jar of Ragu, or Hamburger Helper.
The fact that I know what kale is--that's a giant step for me. Vegetables in my house consisted of the aforementioned pot roast accompaniments, canned corn, green beans, and peas. I still hate canned peas and green beans. Don't mind corn.
I now know how to cook from scratch and bake from scratch. I know how to keep the right ingredients in my pantry to do it too. Huge, for someone whose home contained packages that you added milk, water, or meat to, in order to create your meal.
My kids *love* fruit. They drink green smoothies. My son thinks it is cool to make healthy "milkshakes" (the green smoothie) and ice cream. This is a way different thing than me, who once professed I would DIE if I had to try a strawberry.
I need this positivitiy to keep me going in the right direction. :) anyone else? (like today when I made a I guess former favorite, salmon patties, for lunch and all my son did was crab that i didn't have all the stuff he wanted to put on that sandwich right now. grr)