It doesn’t happen in one day but it happens. Slowly yet very very steadily my husband’s beliefs in a healthy lifestyle make their way into our home affecting more than just his own eating habits. Most products that are off his food plan are off my food plan as well simply because I don’t care to dirty a pot to produce a meal which will serve just me. And my husband with his years of Gemara analysis is so logical persuasive and convincing that I allow his arguments to win me over more often than not.
I am afraid though. I fear turning into a stereotypical “health nut.” I don’t want to be the “nutty mother” on the block who doesn’t allow her kids to eat this that or the other forcing them to beg the neighbors for “illegal” food items. I don’t want to be the parent who sends alfalfa sprouts for lunch that the kids discreetly dispose of before begging their classmates for goodies. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of pointed judging looks nor do I want to turn into the neighborhood conversation piece due to my “nutty” practices.
“I’m not planning to turn into a health freak” I tell my husband.
He nods.
“There’s no mitzvah in being different than everyone else.”
