Today I realized -- at about noon -- that I wasn't paying attention to if Cooper was eating, nor what he was eating. I decided, I like it better that way. I've also learned that if you look for something, you find it.
So here's Day 6, not so much because I think it matters, but because when I say I'm going to do something, I try to.
An entire 6 oz. yogurt. AND raisin bran cereal without milk. Major.
Starts to complain that his stomach hurts. Even says he needs to use the facilities, but not successful.
A Lunchable. The entire thing. All of it.
Swim lesson. Is well enough to participate and doesn't complain to his teacher of anything. (Also, gets a ribbon for marked improvements and trying hard.)
Chick-fil-A for lunch, against my better judgement. He eats a disappointing 2 nuggets and a little chocolate milk.
Complains of stomach pain. Doubles over and claims I need to hurry and get him home. (We're in the car on the way to the park.)
Enjoys the park and runs, and runs, and runs with his friends. Doesn't complain of anything but being a little hot and thirsty.
Eats a mozarella string cheese stick (thanks to another mom who was far more prepared for the park than I was). Even eats a few pretzels.
Cries the entire ride home because dad can't take him to Red Robin. I think he's mostly hot and tired and just mildly disappointed about Red Robin.
Eats a fair amount of left-over pasta, a piece of cheese, and 3 large strawberries.
Finds a stack of Pizzelles in the freezer and eats nearly all of them. I'm pretty sure that whatever the food strike was about is gone.
In watching what Cooper eats, I've realized a truth that I've known for quite some time. I eat horribly. I eat sugar all day long. I eat candy for breakfast -- I'm not kidding. I think pizza is healthy (compared to the alternative). And I've acquired a soda addiction. Gross. Time for a diet.