I guess I’m just too stubborn.
I just WON’T do it.
You name it, if I’m committed to something, I just won’t give up on it.
I’m too danged stubborn.
I dig my heels in and power through like a crabby toddler (which gives me great hope for my children when they throw terrible fits to get what they want – that’s my personality shining through! Now I just need to make sure their moral compass is set straight so they choose to dig in their heels about the right things as they grow…).
For me, it’s a lot about food, marriage, work, and parenting.
- I look at all the people getting divorced, even at the empty-nester stage, which just breaks my heart, and I think…I’m too stubborn to do that.
- I make a Lenten sacrifice, like giving up chocolate for 40 days, and whenever I’m tempted to renege on it, I think…I’m too stubborn for that.
- I set a goal for a new project on the blog, and if I ever consider whether I should just give up because it’s too much work…I’m way too stubborn to do that.
- When my kids ask beg for leniency on a rule, I’m almost always more stubborn than them.
(For the record, I’m far from perfect – my stubbornness is overcome when I’m in bed and don’t want to get up early, when I don’t have a particular short-term eating goal and I’m presented with junk food, and when it comes to getting anywhere on time!)
Me vs. the Picky Eater
We had a young visitor for dinner once, a picky eater whose parents sent along a frozen pizza because that’s what he eats at every meal.
Even though I knew it wouldn’t make a speck of difference long term because this was only one day, I still served him a bite of everything we were eating for dinner before the pizza was ready.
He wasn’t happy even about having other things on his plate.
I didn’t let him switch plates.
I didn’t let him make noises at the table and bother everyone else.
And since it became a point of pride and stubbornness for me to encourage new habits for him, I offered him a choice before I’d serve the pizza:
“You may bite the carrot, lick the carrot or smell the carrot.”
He wasn’t getting frozen pizza in my house until he at least would smell a silly carrot.
And I won.
I didn’t even make him cry. 😉
It almost made me cry that I served a child something other than the meal at my own house, but I do know how to pick my battles (most of the time). I wasn’t going to win that war in one meal after he was used to winning all day every day for years.
Note: I do understand most certainly that some picky eaters have sensory issues or sensory processing disorder, and if you wonder about that you should definitely read Mary’s excellent post on the subject – with personal experience making SPD work with healthy foods.
If you’re curious – he chose to smell the carrot.
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My stubbornness is a little sneak peek at my own life. It’s the cornerstone to my success at feeding my family healthy foods, day in and day out.
Once I had taken enough baby steps to get a handle on how to cook real food, and once I did enough research to convince myself that it was really important for the health of my family, well…
I am just too stubborn NOT to do it.
I hope you can find that stubborn tendency when it comes to healthy living (and even parenting, where you gotta win and do what you say you will do).
Check out this FREE webinar from Health Home and Happiness!
Read about Eating Styles to conquer picking eating
and my post A New Bridge For Picky Eaters
I’d love to hear your stories – hit the comments and tell me your examples of when being stubborn has made a difference in meeting your goals.
Maybe you stuck to a tough diet.
Maybe you avoided processed foods when it was so tempting not to.
Maybe you just didn’t give in when your kids begged for something.
Now let’s help each other out —
Oh, and if you’re wondering why there’s a picture of blueberries at the top of the post, it’s because of dessert.
The kids had some real fruit popsicles (a fun compromise treat) on the deck, and the picky eater asked, “There aren’t real blueberries in here are there?” with a note of panic in his voice.
My 10-year-old son, clearly weary of the picky eater’s antics, snapped, “There’s no fruit in there, just eat the popsicle!”
I had to laugh, even though it wasn’t very respectful. The picky eater kind of deserved it…and he ate the popsicle without complaint.
I totally told him there were real blueberries and pomegranates in it later!