I couldn’t help but laugh when I read this: “Many published studies show that low calcium intake throughout life is associated with low bone mass and high fracture rates. National nutrition surveys have shown that most people are not getting the calcium they need to grow and maintain healthy bones.” My Mom always made me drink one glass of milk with dinner. EVERY NIGHT. Even though I hated it. She said I was an active kid and needed strong bones and calcium and blah blah blah. It was the worst.
Sometimes I would find a way to sneakily pour it down the drain or outside in the bushes (don’t ask) when she wasn’t looking. But from pretty much birth until I moved out for college, I had one disgusting glass of milk with dinner. Every dinner. We sat down as a family each night so I had to get creative with my milk disposal. (Side note: I hated steak and would try to either feed pieces to our dog, or hide pieces in my milk. Seriously. Those were the days that I REALLY tried to sneak over to the sink before she noticed.) Actually drinking it was the LAST option, but I was usually unsuccessful and stuck sitting at the dinner table long after every else had left, trying to choke it down.
I look sweet, but I could throw a mean milk-induced tempter tantrum.
MOM, YOU WERE RIGHT. THERE, I SAID IT.
She also looks sweet…but watch out. She has no mercy when it comes to calcium.
And now, here I am, a non-milk drinking adult with a stress fracture. Imagine that! Sorry I didn’t continue the milk consumption when I moved out, Mom. You were right. I was wrong. Can you come fix my stress fracture with a hug and some chicken noodle soup now? I have a lot of Gu to eat…
My favorite drawer in my house.
Do you eat a vitamin-rich diet, take vitamins, or neither? Have you seen a nutritionist? What did your parents make you do as a child that you hated?