What's on My Heart: Mom Guilt & Paleo OCD

For the past week, my family and I have been sick with the summer cold.

Yea, it's not fun.

The only thing worse than a cold is a summer cold. & the only thing worse than a summer cold (in my opinion) is suffering from any illness and still having responsibilities over someone else. You know, my 2 male dependents who still need me to cook meals on a schedule.

And I don't know if I ever told you, but I hate cooking. Like, if I could win the lottery by some miracle, one of the first things I would do is hire an in-home chef. Actually he wouldn't even have to live in my house (which would be a gorgeous beach cottage overlooking Myrtle Beach at this point). I could just have meals delivered to my house, just so I wouldn't have to deal with a messy kitchen. Anyways, back to me hating cooking and hating life as I'm still hacking out pieces of my lungs onto the keyboard. 

This week, my homemade meals have been kind of non-existent. We normally don't eat out much only because clean-eating is kind of our mantra around here. This week, however, we're one step away from becoming fast food customers of the week. Which should sound like a nice little break for this domestic momma, but I can't help but feel really guilty for letting my family eat that stuff. Not to mention the leftover sugary snacks from Jason's birthday party. Oh goodness, is my son going to die?

And as if my 'mom guilt' didn't haunt me enough this week, I came across this picture from Fast Paleo. Okay, so the post itself has nothing to do with my guilt for poisoning my family, but the caption in the picture says it all. 

"I've treated my stomach like a waste basket this week"

-was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw this.

& yes, I know I am overreacting.

I really do suffer from Paleo OCD

I do know that eating fast food for one week isn't going to kill anyone.

But once my mom guilt starts huddling over me like a dark cloud, there's no way to stop my crazy imagination.

Then I started thinking about my parents. They are on the other side of the spectrum-the Paleo reluctance.

If you know me personally, you'll know that I've been struggling to convince them to make a lifestyle change for a long time. They are the sole purpose of me creating this blog in the first place. I am never one to use harsh or disrespectful words, but to be honest, I'm terrified that they are treating their bodies like waste baskets. No exaggeration this time. 

So here I am, feeling 'mom guilt' and a whole lot of 'daughter guilt' at the same time.

Why am I wasting so much energy bashing myself for enjoying processed foods this week, when I should be reaching out to other people like my parents who eat like that on a regular basis? People who are sick, really sick. Not with the summer cold, but with diabetes, arthritis, etc. and need to get their health together.

So this coming up week, I'm getting my ish together. No more complaining. My parents took care of me to help me become the strong woman I am today. Now it's my turn to take care of them.

I just hope the message on the picture gets to them, as it did to me. Maybe not as dramatic, but just as effective. That's what's on my  heart this week.

I'm finally getting off my lazy sick butt and going to the grocery store to make some paleo spaghetti. I'll be hating every minute of cooking today, but I'll be happy to have a healthy conscience.