My 7 year old son made a New Year’s resolution (or revolution as he prefers to call it). He wants to be healthier. I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact that both of his parents are big fatties and that recently he has gone from being a cute but scrawny little kid, to a bit bigger and meatier kid. It happened rather suddenly, but all of a sudden, he has a belly. He is actually a bit chunky. And he is not pleased.
It’s a little bizarre, honestly, because my son is a very active kid. He’s definitely no couch potato. He plays sports, runs around all the time, and definitely doesn’t sit around stuffing his face with junk food. He never drinks soda, very rarely eats candy, and prefers to have fruit for his snacks. Granted, I probably make more pasta for dinner than is entirely healthy, but there are always veggies and usually a lean meat that goes along with it. Part of me thinks it’s just genetics catching up with him, but I also think it’s somewhat early for it to have caught him. He’s not even close to puberty. That’s when I started getting curves. Before that I was a scrawny little stick of a girl. I don’t really understand why he is starting to get thick at the age of 7.
Recently, he asked his dad to start running with him. So, even though my hubs is not a runner, he is an amazing father, so he has been running about 3 times a week with my son.
For Christmas, he asked Santa for three things . . . a Wii U, sweatpants and weights. He, of course, got all three . . . and then some. But last night I watched him use his weights for the first time. His dad was teaching him some different techniques, including instructing him on how to do a proper push up and sit up. And even though I was proud of him for recognizing that he needs to try to be healthy, I couldn’t stop thinking about this kid:
. . . and it started to freak me out. Now, obviously, I would never let him get to this level of craziness. I mean, this took some massive levels of parental support and/or delusions. Like Honey Boo Boo levels of derangement, people. No way that any young boy should ever look like this. It’s obscene.
So, I’m sitting there, watching my 7 year old son use 2 pound hand weights, hoping that we have not just landed ourselves on top of that proverbial slippery slope, sliding us straight down to that kid up there.
I will not deny that this entire family needs to get healthier. And while it is not a resolution, I also plan to get off of this massive weight gain merry go round that I have willingly and deliciously thrown myself onto. My hubs has actually been successfully dieting for a few months now and has lost a good amount of weight. He took a break to eat regularly for Christmas Eve and Christmas day, and still lost 5 pounds that week! While I, on the other hand, have taken about a year long break, apparently. And have gained quite a bit. And by that, I mean pregnancy levels of weight. Shameful. So it is finally time to do something about that.
And apparently my son has decided the same thing. So, why am I so nervous? Am I crazy to worry that he is just too young to be worried about weight gain and using weights? Or is this a normal thing? Obviously, I will stay vigilant about his progression, and keep up a dialog with him about “healthy” versus “weight loss” and/or “muscle gain.” But I am definitely concerned.
What are your thoughts? Should I be worried? Anyone else ever have to deal with this type of issue with their kids?