Protecting Your Children From Type 2 Diabetes

 When I received a mail from Carolyn Fallon (of http://fullonfit.blogspot.com/) about the alarming rise in type 2 diabetes among children, and the need to spread awareness about it ,I must admit that I was totally ignorant about this condition; but after a few hours of research later, I realized that she was indeed speaking about a very relevant issue, which most of us as parents are unaware of and would be potentially dangerous if left untreated . So today we have a guest post from Carolyn on this issue. 

Protecting Your Children From Type 2 Diabetes

November was American Diabetes Month -- and normally it wouldn’t have affected me in a personal way, but this year was much different. One of my little cousins was recently diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes, which has changed many of our lifestyles drastically. According to the Centers for Disease Control, health care providers are finding more and more children with Type 2 Diabetes, a disease usually diagnosed in adults aged 40 years or older.

 

As if the diagnosis of diabetes alone wasn’t scary enough, the repercussions of what could come later down the road are even worse. According to St. Joseph's Hospital Cardiac Center, if left untreated, diabetes can eventually cause further serious complications later in life, such as eye problems or blindness, heart disease, amputation and more. Due to this scary finding, plus the fact that a healthy diet and regular physical activity are the two biggest factors in preventing Type 2 Diabetes, I got to work right away with all of my cousins, helping lead them to healthier overall lifestyles.

 

Healthy Diet
Proper nutrition is essential in the prevention of Type 2 Diabetes. The best way to ensure that your kids are getting the best nutrition is to make sure that they are getting plenty of fruit and vegetables. Ideally, half of their plate should be vegetables - preferably raw or steamed.

About one fourth of the plate should be lean meats (like turkey, poultry or fish), and the remaining quarter should be high quality whole grains.

 

Fast food consumption should be rare if ever. Sugary snacks, sodas, fried foods and snacks with refined flour as the first or second ingredient should also be avoided. If this type of diet is very different than what your kids are used to, make small changes weekly to ease them into a healthier lifestyle. Big changes all at once will feel like punishment.

 

 Let your kids be a part of meal planning, look through recipe books or search the Internet for healthy ways to serve vegetables and fruit. Kids love to help in the kitchen and will be more likely to try healthy foods if they do not feel forced and if they are allowed to participate. Talk openly with older children about your own struggles with healthy choices and demonstrate a good attitude towards reaching your goals.

 

Getting Active

Increasing exercise and physical activity will  significantly reduce the likelihood of developing Type 2 Diabetes. There are many fun ways to get active. Group sports may be intimidating to some kids, but they may enjoy activities such as yoga, dance, swimming or karate. Don't limit exercise to something that you only do at the gym, but incorporate exercise into all parts of life. Park far away from the store, take the stairs, plan family outings that include lots of walking or get a puppy. Let your kids make suggestions on how to be more active and join them to set a positive example.

Carolyn is a 20-something year old with a passion for life, fitness and overall well-being. She is an avid cycler, golfer and has been known to bust some serious moves on the dance floor. Check out Carolyn’s blog at http://fullonfit.blogspot.com/! 

 

 

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Life of Nachkaet: Chapter 7,part 1 - Friendship

 

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered.

"Yes, Piglet?"

"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”

― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

 Nachikaet has always had companions, kids whom he loved playing with  and doing what seven year old boys normally do. But I always doubted whether he had any special friends, not companions but friends. When ever I asked him to name his best friend/friends he would tell me that the whole class at school plus the kids at the apartment were his’best friends’. I would agree with him enthusiastically, while silently acknowledging that he and I were reading from two completely different pages as to what the word ‘friend’ means.  

I often wondered when he would discover the beautiful world of friendship. The kind shared by Pooh bear and piglet; and then it happened ..just like that. It was about a month ago that I first heard the name mentioned-Anirudh Krishna.  I knew the little guy as he had always been in Nachikaet’s section. I smiled indulgently as nachikaet told me little snippets about his day at school and almost every story featured anirudh. I brushed it off as a passing phase. But when the name still made front page news even after a month my ‘mommy alert’ button began to ring. Then one day he came from school beaming and handed me his rough note book. There nestled between pages and pages of  untidy scrawly rough work and  pictures of  angry birds and scrawny coconut trees lay two lines in neat cursive writing ‘Anirudh Krishna’ and his phone number in a style which would put seasoned calligraphy artists to shame. “Please call Ani” he said.

It was at that instant that I knew that this little guy was going to  be a part of my son’s life. Apparently the two little tykes had made elaborate plans at school to meet up and hence the number. I was made to call on the number, and threatened with dire consequences if I did not manage to convince his mother to let him come to Nachikaet’s house.

The call was received by (a much relieved ) Anirudh’s mother, who was also hoping that I would call sometime soon.  Anirudh was also waiting on tenterhooks to be called. Then started the seemingly never-ending wait for them to arrive. Nachkaet was in the role of the perfect host, issuing strict instructions to me to change into ‘something presentable’, and inspecting the snacks to be served.  The next 20 minutes were spent in running to and fro to see if the elevator was moving to our floor and cajoling me to track his friend’s progress. Finally they came. Its hard to say which of the two friend’s mothers were more relieved. After about a full minute of hugging and kissing they finally sauntered off inside.

It was a pleasure to watch my son revel in” Ani’s” company. It is difficult to pin point at what exactly makes them friends. They are as different as chalk and cheese. One is calm and quiet and the other exhibits the above mentioned qualities only when asleep. Apart from the fact that both their mother's share the same name they have no common trait. But somewhere in that indefinable grey area they have found a beautiful space, a space where no words are needed no parental intervention is required.

I watched in wonder and delight as the friendship blossomed. Every morning Anirudh would be diligently waiting by the school gates when I dropped Nachikaet there. His little face would light up in a lovely smile as they ran and hugged each other. At that moment I let out a silent prayer to the almighty for letting my son experience the delights of friendship.

And here is wishing  the little ones what piglet said to pooh -

 We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.

Even longer,' Pooh answered.”

― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

 Here is a snap of them.

 

The world according to 'apps'

  Last month my life changed ...again!! Dramatic- maybe. True - completely. Being somewhat challenged in the areas of gadgets and technology, I used to think of my smart phone well, only as a phone- to make and receive calls. Despite various attempts by my well meaning husband and sister (who was in denial that her own flesh and blood does not know how to down load an 'app') to make me 'worldly wise', I refused to budge.  So while other smart phones in the neighborhood were sending mails, commenting on FB and flaunting arm candy 'apps' by the dozen; my poor supposedly ‘smart’ phone was reduced to a BSNL landline.

  Last month changed all that. I come from a large family of sisters*, who have all been (me included) ‘blessed ' with the ability,to never run out of topics to discuss. Some of my happiest childhood and adolescent memories feature latenight gossip sessions, games and dressing up sessions and to shorten a long tale- growing up with these sisters.  One of our pet peeves was the lack of occasions to meet up and spend time with each other as  we were spread across different locations. A simple ‘app’ changed all that.

Goaded and cajoled by the sisters I decided to give it a try. After conveniently outsourcing the ‘downloading’ part to my bewildered brother in law (the poor man must have been convinced that he married into a crazy family!)  I proudly stepped into the world of ‘apps’.

Downloading whatzapp was the best thing that I could have done for myself. Everyday life took on a special sheen. Every morning I was greeted by words of love and positivity which made feel that, that day was special, that I was special. Everyday meals took on a ‘gourmet flavor’ when it was discussed and drooled over by the sisters. Even falling sick seemed not so bad, given the inflow of concerned messages and calls which comforted me like a much loved cozy blanket, warm and familiar.

  I have never smiled so consistently, as much as I have in this past one month. Every day gave me a reason to smile and look at life through someone else’s eyes. I so admire these strong talented women all carving for themselves unique identities. We have a corporate honcho, an interior designer, a model coordinator, a film director, a teacher in the making, a chartered accountant, an actor, and a preschool specialist. In spite of their hectic schedules these women take the time out each day to be a part of each others lives, to love comfort and laugh with each other.

I love the person I am turning into when I am with these girls. I am more patient with my son more understanding with my husband and generally a more pleasant person to be with.

Thank you ladies for filling my life with the sweetness of unconditional love; it is so much easier to take on life when ‘I’ becomes ‘WE’

 

a note on sisters: The dictionary defines the term sister as "A girl or woman who shares a common ancestry, allegiance, character, or purpose  with another or others

(source: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/sister)

     So when someone refers to any one of them as 'your cousin’, it  takes a moment   for me to register, because we have always been sisters- nothing less nothing more. They have always been and always will be sisters of my heart.

 

 

 

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Tales of blood and gore from my living room

  

From the time he was four years old, Nachikaet had wanted to have a pet. The 'pet' would depend on his current obsession. So at the beginning of the year it would be a pet pig that he was 'just dying' to have after watching Babe, where Babe the pig was trained to behave like a sheepdog. He would spend hours planning and deciding what to name the pig, how to train it, whether the pig would be allowed to accompany him to school and such intricate details. After finding out that most ‘normal’ pigs love a mud bath, he decided that it would not be ‘feasible’.  Then he shifted his focus to more ‘practical’ and ‘cleaner’ pets like an elephant calf , inspired by colonel Haathi’s march in the jungle book or a baby dragon which he aspired to train how to fly, with him on its back.

So when one day, his friend who stayed in the next apartment got a puppy dog as birthday gift, all hell broke loose  and Nachikaet to keep up his honor, conceded to have any pet that can be acquired in half a day. That was how he got introduced to the beautiful world of ornamental fishes and they caught him hook line and sinker!!!!

By the end of that day, he was the proud owner of three chicklets, two jewel fishes, a huge fish tank with ornamental plants, hiding places for the ‘shy’ fishes and two sharks to add a bit of drama.

It was amazing to see Nachikaet take to them like well, a fish to water. He would run to see them as soon as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning. In the evening, Nachikaet and his father would feed the fish and hold lengthy discussions about their health, and how to make the aquarium more comfortable for them.

At first, all was calm in the little water kingdom... but little did we know that it was the calm before the storm. One morning, he noticed that the chicklets were always in hiding, sneaking behind the water plants or burying themselves deep into one of the hiding spots provided. Further investigation revealed that the chicklets were actually being attacked.

All evidence pointed to the sharks, their huge size and menacing looks didn’t make matters easier. During the feed time in the evening, Nachikaet let out a blood curdling scream that  gave me goose bumps. One of the chicklets was dead and the other was actually swimming around in a trail of blood with its tail bitten off. It had been badly injured.

Nachikae,t wanting to avenge the underdogs was insistent on taking out the villainous shark. Then came the twist in this ‘fishy’ tale’. During the quiet of that winter afternoon, Nachikaet’s dad chanced upon the seemingly mild mannered jewel fish, devour one of the chicklets. With the speed of Israeli commandoes Nachikaet and his dad swung into action. The poor hapless victim was rescued and the villains  were moved to a 'restricted zone' (a take away container filled with water)

Finally, when it  looked like peace was restored in the turbulent kingdom, one of the sharks was missing. Then started the rampant ‘aquarium wide’ search. While each square inch of the aquarium was prodded   with a net, Nachikaet noticed something under the table on which the aquarium was kept. It was the shark and it was still alive!!!!

By that time all of us were ready to call it a day, and left the fishes to fight their own battles. Last heard Nachikaet was convinced that a dog would be the best choice for a pet..after all it is not called man’s best friend for nothing!!!  At this point in time I wouldn’t mind being someone’s pet myself!!!

 

   

 

 

 

Roti, Kapda and most importantly Makaan!!!

After learning about  the  basic necessities of life- food, clothing and shelter, in social science class at school, Nachikaet decided that it was time he increased the 'quality' of his life. After making the required changes to the 'roti' and and 'kapda' part, which included a Friday pizza night and a few more Ben 10 T-shirts he decided it was time he "moved out" of his parent’s humble abode.

 After a few strategic phone calls to his various "connections” (my ever obliging parents, sister and brother in law- for the uninitiated) I opened my front door one morning to find my beaming parents who claimed to have dropped in for a "surprise" visit, bearing a huge package in their hands.

It turned out that they had by some sheer "amazing coincidence" brought along a huge house like tent for Nachikaet. Then started the process of converting the house to a 'home' as Nachikaet called it.

 Since the basic structure was already in place, a bright techno-coloured affair which looked straight out a circus ground; 'house hold necessities' were scavenged from various parts of the above mentioned humble abode. It was a closely guarded project with no access for anyone except Nachkaet and his two minions (that would be my parents).

Finally after a whole day of frenzied activities, it was finally ready. My husband and I were formally invited for the 'housewarming' ceremony. Our gift was a little brass doorbell for the house.

We were astonished to see that he had created a warm and cozy little haven for himself where he could slip into when he wanted to get away from the 'madding crowd’ There was a 'sitting area' with his favorite Winnie the pooh cushion, a 'dining' area furnished with my little laptop table and all kind of 'essentials' a seven year old boy would need.

 Congratulations on your first ever home my little one, home is after all where the heart is.

 Here are some snaps of the proud grihanath(house owner) and his precious home

Good Housekeeping

After a long break I'm really glad to come back with a ‘feel good' post.

 'Good Housekeeping' has been one of my favorite magazines ever since it was launched in India. Finding it along with the morning paper usually makes my day. So when the newspaper man accidently 'forgets' to deliver it at the beginning of the month, I call and pester him till the poor man might be tempted to seriously contemplate a change of career!!

 Last month when there was no trace of the magazine for over 2 weeks I started my tirade against the newspaper guy, telling anyone who would care to listen, about the dire consequences he would have to face.

It was half an hour later that the doorbell rang and when I opened the door I saw my son standing outside with a solemn expression on his face, as he handed me what looked like two papers stuck together.

It was what was written inside that gave me a lump in my throat. I had one of my ‘mommy moments’ in my scruffy pajamas at my front door.

   The papers were taped together with sticky tape to make it look like a book

The title read “Good House keeping”

Inside was written in his best handwriting (he must have really taken the trouble to write neatly) the following

“We should always keep our homes clean

We should wash our clothes everyday

We should wash our hands after going to the toilet

Good houses should have windows to let in fresh air and sunlight

Sunlight can kill germs

We should not cut trees or plants, we should grow plants. Plants give us shade, food, fresh air etc

We should have a sink to wash utensils

Good homes should have doors and lock them or robbers will enter our houses and steal things”

 Despite all his temper tantrums and mischief which makes me want to pull my hair out, the little fellow had his heart in the right place.

 Thank you my little one for having   enough empathy   to understand amma’s little eccentricities.

I am also happy to announce that I can safely say that my son is now “properly domesticated”.. at least in theory!!!!