Viral vs. vital
The fact that I was, in the very recent past (last Monday), able to take this picture:
… led to an urgent plea for information and advice from friends of mine who are far wiser than I in matters of healthy-ful living, and the compilation of this list:
… because I don’t know if you remember last winter when we all had the blechs (multiple times)(and the kids got lice multiple times)(and we had a rat)(BUT ANYWAY WHAT WAS I SAYING), but after several turns on the sicko-go-round, I had had it. It’s big part of the reason why I have a different job now, because three children getting sick on repeat plus an hour commute to a full time job was about to kill me dead. Plus, there was also the awful “who’s taking one for the team this time” conversation that has to happen between two working parents that almost always involves heavy sighing and frustration at all things. So on this year’s application for wellness I am calling in the most esteemed references and checking all the boxes that say I WOULD LIKE TO ENROLL IN THE GERM-FREE PLAN. That’s right: I’m keeping us healthy like it’s my JOB. (Which … it kind of is? All of our jobs? As humans? To keep ourselves healthy? But whatever. Anyway.)
I’ve already started by tackling meal planning with a little more of a discerning eye; that is: I am meal planning. Oh, sure, I did it before, but it was slapdash and the inevitably same lackluster things over and over. Or I wouldn’t meal plan, and dinners would be some sort of frozen lasagna or chicken pot pie I slung in my grocery cart after work. Which are fine, don’t think I’m going off the deep end with my food snobbery, but the processed-ness of things had been getting to me anyway, so a early-in-the-school-year vomit was all the motivation I needed to get it together and make better meals. (And let me be clear here: by lackluster I’m not being faux-self deprecating while secretly serving pin-worthy meals garnished with sprigs of parsley. I’m talking peanut butter sandwiches. LOTS of peanut butter sandwiches. And hot dogs.) I’m trying to introduce more vegetable variety into our diets (95% of our meals are served with a side of raw broccoli. Which is a lot of broccoli. Which is good, but I’ve heard told that there are other vegetables. Allegedly.) and also make more casserole-y type dishes, because casseroles are like the Swiss bank accounts of entrees—you can hide all kinds of vegetables there and withdraw away, and your kids are none the wiser.
I am scrounging at metaphors.
I’ve also been trying to say no more often to sugary things for the kids (I know, what a drag, geez) because darn-tootin’ they are getting those things other places. So they may have a dessert one, maybe two nights at home during the week. And dessert = a Hershey’s Kiss. Or a Tic Tac (no joke). Sometimes when we are feeling generous, they get three Tic Tacs. And then we are declared the “best mommy and daddy” by Rosie, who is an adorable sucker.
I’ve tried a couple of the supplements listed above, but haven’t really delved into that realm yet. I plan to, though. Both kids like the zinc lozenges I still have around from my fun times with mono earlier this spring, and according to my doctor friend who is smart as the dickens, that is the best bet for stopping a virus in its tracks. This is the whole reason I went to medical school. To have a host of really smart MD Facebook friends who can give me medical advice for free via social media.
Anywho, what is my point? There is no point. Just that I’m trying to do a few things better around here. Be more health conscious. Like go to bed earlier, for example (see above list). In which case I will wrap up and tuck myself in for the night. Ah yes, I can feel the antioxidants releasing now.