This weigh different thing is personal for me.
Allow me to explain: As I shared, I have four children, healthy children, who all had that pre-adolescent weight gain prior to their growth spurt (ok, except for you, Zach). But my youngest son, Zeke, kept gaining weight. Worried and wondering, I elbowed my husband and whispered in his ear, “Kenny, we have to do something.”
“He’ll be fine,” Kenny replied, playfully dismissing my maternal worries in complete denial, I might add, of the firestorm of metabolic hormones raging in Zeke’s young body.
So I did what most mothers would do. I watched him. I watched him and I micromanaged his eating.
“Zeke, are you really that hungry? Why don’t you wait a few minutes and see if you still need seconds.”
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