The only fast food that I can endorse is Subway. everything else is junk.
I long for the day when all McDonald’s close their doors because it is just disgusting crap! (I’m not perfect, I fall victim to the call of the french fry!) And like you said, they ‘woo’ our kids with their plastic junky toys.

I do struggle in the food dept though. Life has become too convenient and it’s so much easier to be lazy and get take out, drive thru, or eat something that comes out of a box or wrapper.

As for exercise, I make sure that my kids understand the value of moving their bodies to make them feel good, not necessarily look good. We take long walks, we run at the track, do yoga together, push ups, lunges, squats, etc.

the sad part though? My husband does NONE of this and my oldest son now thinks only mommies exercise.

Our kids are sponges and will soak up everything we give them, which is why it’s so important to give them healthy messages (and food) now so that they do not struggle with this later in life.

Like I said, I love this post and could probably go on forever!

As a plus size I can tell you that the body image is *so* important. Sure, I am trying to get healthy. But healthy is more than your body. It is your mind, too.
My struggle w/ the mirror is clothes. I am fine with the way I look and so is hubby. I am not happy with clothing options and ill fitting clothing.

My exercise struggles are doing it at home. My knee issues mean walking is no longer an option for me. So I do the wii fit (damn hula hoop can kick my azz!) at least 3 times a week, I dance around to great music while I clean houseand (my 6 yr old was jamming to Cum On Feel the4 Noize yesterday) lots of yardwork for cardio.

Could I do better? Sure. Dove ice cream bars a couple times a week, jack n cokes on weekends – those are my weaknesses. But I have gone from coffee with alot of half n half to black with sugar. (yay me!! babysteps!)

Kids n fast food- I think it is more about processed foods. My boys will eat hotdogs every night of the week if I let them so I don’t buy hotdogs. My struggle is not taking the easy road of processed foods and instead taking the rockier path of saying “if you don’t like it, make a PB&J” like my mom did. That is what I do not understand. How did we – just me??- backslide from when we were kids eating what was served (even if only one thing from a tableful of offerings) into parents making processed seperate meals for tiny tyrants??