SS14 has a birthday this month. I get that he’s at an age where he’s moody and such but Easter weekend SS14 was such a turd.

SS14 is 6’2” and weighs 195 lbs. He’s in the 97th percentile for weight which classifies him as obese for his age. He had his annual check-up recently and the doctor made it very clear that SS14 needs to watch what he eats and get more exercise. (Last year his waist was 29” this year it’s 34”.) SS14 was not pleased. Oh and DH made him go to the gym with us recently and SS14 could barely keep up with DH on the elliptical. He’s stopped playing sports and basically plays online games when he’s at BM’s.

So we go to MIL & FIL’s house (2 hours away) to celebrate Easter on Saturday. SS14 eats 4 helpings of cheesy potatoes, 4 helpings of meat (ham & turkey), 4 slices of bread (w/melted butter smeared all over it), 6 glasses of milk, a pint of fresh strawberries, oh and for dessert *drum roll please* a big slice of cheesecake. DH never said anything the SS14, I didn’t say anything either. I know better than to say anything to SS14, especially since he’s “such a good eater” – MIL’s exact phrase.

I wish I could say SS14 ate like this because it was the holiday but he eats like this all the time. If SS14 likes something he will eat it until it’s gone. He fixates on it and no one tries to stop him. In the past I tried but it’s no use I’ve given up.

I’ve been trying to teach the skids about portion and serving size, as well as, the difference between how much veggies, proteins and starches a person needs. I know they don’t care and it’s starting to show.

On Sunday, DH made pancakes and bacon for breakfast – SS14 had his usual 9 pancakes with raspberry jam. He and SS10 snacked on Easter candy, all day. DH did make the boys come outside and help wash the cars, they fought the whole time. When they went back inside, SS14 comes out a few minutes later to tell DH SS10 scratched him. DH lost it and goes in the house and yells at both the boys. DH sent them each to their rooms.

After we were finished outside DH made the boys come with us when we took the dog for a walk. Constant complaining from both boys – it was torture. The skids just don’t want to do anything physical. Ugh.

For dinner DH grilled chicken - legs and thighs, steamed veggies and mashed potatoes. It was wonderful - DH is a great cook. Well, SS14 looked at the chicken (without tasting it) and said he’s not eating it. So SS10 said he wasn’t eating it either. DH was peeved at both of them. I said nothing, it’s pointless.

DH told SS14 he could have the leftover hamburgers and SS10 had leftover baked chicken. SS10 at least tried the grilled chicken but only after DH had taken the skin off it and de-boned it and SS10 liked it. SS14 wouldn’t even try it. So frustrating.

After dinner DH stepped out for a moment. I noticed SS14 rummaging through his Easter basket. I asked him to stop because we’d have dessert when DH got back. Well SS14 gives me a snarky look and tells me he’s going to have his gummy bears and jelly beans for dessert. Fine.

DH gets back and asks “who wants dessert?” SS14 said he’d like cheesecake. I turned to DH and said, “SS14 has just had gummy bears and jelly beans for dessert.” DH turns to SS14 and says, “You can have cheesecake later then.”

SS14 storms out of the kitchen and gave me dirty looks the rest of the evening. Fine whatever. Oh and SS14 never did have that cheesecake, he tried to take it back to BM’s but DH said no way.

Someone on here used to call her SS “the man-child” and that’s exactly what SS14 STB15 is growing into.

~BettyRay