I knew this was going to happen. Since we left A's house and moved in on our own, he's been losing weight as if he were running for Miss America. I suspected this, but seriously?! Its as if for every 1/4 pound I lose, boyfriend sheds 3. Unfair. He is not underweight by any means, but I can't let his family think I starve the kid. Therefore, I have resorted to the following efforts:
1. Spoonfeeding him Nutella, straight out of the jar. Sometimes I even offer to make him Nutella and peanut butter sandwiches [this is HUGE coming from me].
2. Allowing him to buy Merengue and Refresco Rojo - popular Domininan soft drinks that taste horrible! Merengue tastes like a cheap version of cream soda, and Refresco Rojo tastes just like red cough syrup.
3. Letting him be the 10 year old that he is. The second I look away at the supermarket, he goes and puts this in our shopping cart.
|Reminds me of my Childhood|
4. Always keeping walnuts, avocado, bread, and full fat cheese in the house (I do somewhat care about his health.. Maybe.)
I realize that this list is awfully pathetic, and that I really should just suck it up and start learning how to cook normal meals. Ba Humbug. Maybe this month you'll actually see a recipe post coming from me.