Eating Right...sort of.

I promise that this blog is not morphing into a weight loss saga, but it's on my mind and therefore, the subject of my post.

I got signed up over at iVillage and printed out roughly a ream of paper detailing my eating and exercise plans for the next week. They give you a shopping list for your plan, which is nice. Unfortunately, they have me starting today, and I didn't grocery shop last night. I'll try to eat as closely to the plan as possible, but it might be difficult.

Anyway, Missy Hoohaw and I are in an epic struggle over...juice.

Yes, juice.

She asked for juice this morning, so I took the cup out of the fridge and she went postal on me.
"No wawer! Juice!!"
"It is juice, Missy. See?" I poured a bit more apple juice in it so she could see it was juice.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

So I got a new cup down from the cupboard and she rewarded me with a big smile. I then transferred the old juice into the new cup. Next time I attempt this maneuver, I will do it out of her sight. She refused the new cup as well, tossing it from her high chair tray.

This is where you might wonder, "Highchair? I thought Missy was in a booster seat."
She was, until I started putting Big Red in to feed him rice cereal. All of a sudden, she HAD to sit in the high chair. All the time. Even when she's just watching TV.

Back to the juice. After I picked up the cup and put it on the tray again, she decided that she was wrong about water. I was more nefarious than that. It was actually MILK in the cup (dum dum DUM!) and I was trying to trick her into drinking the horrible white stuff.

Just a note: She actually loves milk or did as recently as last night.

So I removed the lid, to show her that it was juice and not milk, but she wouldn't look. Literally covered her eyes and turned her head from me. Good God. So as of right now, I have given up. The juice is on the floor and there it will stay. I'm sure in an hour or so, she'll stumble on it, pick it up and take a sip, then declare, "I LIKE juice!"

And I will be banging my head on a wall.