Day Two

Well today was a good day. Kids were up at a reasonable hour and I was able to enjoy my cereal in peace. My daughter behaved herself and was actually a model of what I how I knew she could be.

Hmmmm, must be that pesky birthday coming up tomorrow.

My children are picky eaters, pure and simple. Didn't want to eat any leftovers and it was too hot to cook anything in the kitchen. I guess if they get hungry they'll eat what is set before them.

Today our discussion surrounded around a show I was watching [Harry's Law: episode #4 regarding suing fast food chains for making people fat] and was what was being said true.

I broke it down to her: Businesses want to make money so they advertise in such a way to entice us to use our money on their products. Fast food is general is not good for us. It is made in such a way to make us want it and it does unhealthy things to our bodies.

Further went on to say that I am an overweight black woman that is at risk of some bad things [hypertension, diabetes, heart attack, stroke, death].
Since she had been somewhat appearance motivated, I felt I needed to tell her you have to be health oriented so that the beauty show inward outward...or at least something like that.

While we were in WalMart she had seen a product for some facial cleaner and she got all excited. I told her that was the response they wanted, in hopes that she would put it in her basket while she shopped. She didn't need the product but because she saw the item on tv the thought had been placed and she remembered.

She hasn't tried her hair removal in a few days...not that she had a lot of hair on her legs but she doesn't want to listen to me. Well at least she did workout today.

Now to get her to stop watching shows on her laptop. She came to me later in the day so say her eye was twitching and when was it going to start. I told her it was time to stop watching the shows and do something else. She does have a new book she can start reading but I'll see if she can self start that project without my interference.

Now if I can just get my son to start listening without me having to threaten in within an inch of his life.

Time for some escapism...Darkfever here I come....