Starling has been a bit of a piggy lately. She gobbles down the carrot I let her have after school, and I once even caught her eating half a slice of cheese when she thought I wasn’t looking. She has no idea how quickly her metabolism will catch up with her, obviously.
Right now I have her on a strict diet because, as beautiful as she is, she is kind of “sturdy”.
It is hard for lil’ girls. Their friends are all cruel and make fun of them for the slightest thing. I would hate for Starling’s friends to see her eating a big ol’ handful of celery or maybe a carb filled cracker, and make fun of how fat her thighs are. I want to protect her from the cruelties of childhood.
This afternoon we ended up over at the Sullivans, and Karen had made a cake for the children. Starling wanted a piece but, excuse me, she doesn’t need any cake. She needs a few laps around the reservoir. Merlin was getting a second helping (boys are so lucky, no one cares what they look like) and she started crying and begging me for a tiny taste of icing. I told her that she was acting like a big fat baby, and to knock it off.
We ended up having to leave early because of her terrible behavior. You would think she would be thanking me for caring about her enough to say, “No.”
I did let her have a slice of apple later as a treat, but she had to spit it out after she chewed it.
And, as soon as she has a proper thigh gap, she can be on a maintenance diet.