Happy Father’s Day …

(I realize I’m a few days early but I won’t have time to blog this weekend!)

To the two most important men in my life: my own dad, and my husband–who I am adoring watching be a dad — Happy Father’s Day!!!

Truly, I don’t know where I’d be without each of you. Dad, you helped shape me and gave me wings … and Luis, you’ve helped me grow and given me a nest. I wouldn’t be who I am without each of you … and I love you both enormously. Continue reading “Happy Father’s Day …”

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Sick to my stomach after reading this headline

“Vogue writer puts 7-year-old on a diet.”

Please read the BabyCenter.com article in its entirety … it warrants a complete reading and I can’t analyze it piece-by-piece but couldn’t NOT address it.

One of my biggest fears about having a daughter, in particular, is transferring my [past] food issues onto her. While I’m past the years of overexercising and disordered eating, I’ve shared that sentiment before, and now that Maya is eating pretty much everything, I’m very aware that how I eat/what I eat is resonating with her. No, she can’t rationalize food choices yet –but she whimpers “uh uh” for whatever we are eating.

She loves to eat, and she seems to be growing just perfectly within the same curve as she did in the womb — “on the small side of normal.” Continue reading “Sick to my stomach after reading this headline”

The Past as Prologue? Not Necessarily…

I’ve mentioned a few times that Kate, a grad student at Columbia has been interviewing me for her thesis on disordered eating recovery and pregnancy.

One of the things we spoke about (during one of our many wonderful conversations this summer) was if there was any fear I’d pass along my disordered past to my daughter.

I’ll be honest; this is something that weighed on me long before I ever got a positive on a pee stick … or found out we were having a girl.

And while I can’t make any certain statements about the future, what I do know is this: though I realize I might always have some food issues — I still sometimes emotionally eat; sometimes mindlessly munch; sometimes have to stop myself from using exercise to “undo” a heavy eating weekend; sometimes have to remind myself that it’s OK to eat formerly “off-limits” foods without guilt — I am going to do my damndest not to actively pass on my insecurities to her.

So here’s the million dollar question … HOW?
Continue reading “The Past as Prologue? Not Necessarily…”