J is for Junk Food
But when I make rules about junk food in the house, when I rag on Lizzie for eating at McD’s with her new boyfriend, when I make a comment about the occasional Big Gulp vessel (the thing can hardly be called a “cup”) I see on top of the trash, I am swimming against the tide. Junk food is not just a personal issue or a family issue, it is a societal, cultural, global issue.
The question is: Do I want to spend what mommy capital I have on label reading, nutrition “teaching moments,” dinnertime lectures and Biggie Fry rants?
Here’s the new post from Lizzie and me, J is for Junk food at mom.me.