There’s this boy. A nice little boy. He is 3 years old. As a baby he was joyous, he didn’t cry much. But now that he’s growing up he fakes crying, to get attention. He’s a cheery boy, always humming “a-na-na-na, a-na-na-na” 🎶. He’s a fan of Urban Boys because he likes their Kelele song.
He is a sweetheart but not a fan of eating. He’s usually active and seems happy, but to get him to eat anything is WW3! People who don’t know his eating habits often suggest that he be left alone and just let him eat when he gets hungry but the only problem is that he never seems to get hungry. He rushes to hide when he sees his nanny bring him food. Whenever food is brought near him, he pushes it away and starts crying. Feeding him takes hours. He gags with the slightest texture. The only thing he likes and eats is salad.
This month, for the first time, he started school (kindergarten). On the first day, he was excited. I thought he’d be in buckets of tears as he saw his mom walk away. But he didn’t cry. I bet he would cry on the second day, but he didn’t. He surprised me. He’s the one and only kid I know who didn’t cry on the first day of school. Tough kid.
It is normal to see kids cry on the first day of preschool. And it takes time for a child to fully be ready to be left at school without her mother/daddy.
This reminds me of my baby brother’s first day at school. My dad had the same problem with him. First day at school, he dropped him off and he was crying uncontrollably. The teachers told him to leave him, that he would be fine. But he continued to cry and held his leg for dear life. A teacher had to rip him away from him told him to leave. He walked out (almost crying himself, hehe) and he continued screaming for him till my dad could no longer hear him. My baby brother even cried at night begging not to take him to school. The crying went on, until he got the point that school is something he’d to do. He is now 17 years old and we still laugh about those days.
Anyways, back to the little boy. It’s been almost 3 weeks of school and he hasn’t cried. Not once. I guess it’s because he’s social. He likes other kids.
He only cries when he gets home and it’s mealtime. It takes half the afternoon to feed him and get him to nap.
I once looked at him struggling, not to eat and said “I hope when I have my own baby, it won’t give me a hard time feeding it.” My dad heard me and said “Look who’s saying that!”
I’m told that as a kid, I gave my parents a hard time eating. I was one picky eater. A very annoying little girl, I was. My mom tells me that most of the time. Twenty-something years later, I’m still the inyanda I was.
Last Monday I weighed myself and…*sigh*
I’m underweight. According to the Merriam Webster Medical Definition of UNDERWEIGHT, it is weighing less than the normal amount for one’s age, height, and build, underweight adults typically have a body mass index of less than 18.5. This is estimated to be less than the body mass needed to sustain optimal health.
Being skinny sucks. And in a world where everyone else is trying to loose weight, it sucks big time. I no longer even fit in the league of skinny people. I’m bony! But I’ve to admit that I’m not a fan of eating. When I’m stressed, I tend to forget about food completely.
I’m a pro at lamenting about putting on some weight yet skip a meal here and there. I know that it’s not okay for me to skip a meal if I’m serious about gaining weight. I know that I need to be always eating, at least every 4 hours. It sucks. It’s practically a full time job. And in some cases, I need to force myself to eat despite feeling stuffed.
My dad tells me he’ll soon start strapping me down and feeding me. He’s very much worried about my health. Therefore, I’ve been reading/doing research about the best ways to add weight. In order to gain weight, I’ll have to eat more calories. To increase my intake of complex carbohydrates. Not forgetting vegetables and fruits.
Also I’ll need to include regular exercise. This is to ensure that the weight gain is in the form of lean body mass and not excessive fat. (sticking to this is a real struggle!)
So starting this
February March, I set a goal – to keep myself healthy. I made good nutrition and weight gain my priorities. And to start, I set a realistic goal weight for myself (50 kgs), and goals to help me achieve that:
six 4 glasses of water a day.
2. Eating small but frequent meals, 3-4 hours apart.
3. Eating lots of fruits and vegetables.
4. Avoid eating processed foods.
5. Try not to skip breakfast. MUST take breakfast every morning. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And I know that breakfast fuels us for the day, but I usually have no desire to eat breakfast. Because I wake up late (I’m not a morning person), I’m always in a rush in the morning and less inclined to spend time on breakfast. So I often skip breakfast.
6. Wake up earlier than I usually did. 1 hour early, to get enough time for breakfast.
There’s a certain level of difficulty. Changing my weight is a marathon, but it’s what I have to do. EAT and EAT.
No pain, no gain!