This is the seventh post in the series The Adventures of a Newb Sport Parent
If you’ve read my blog for a while, you probably know that I have a love/hate relationship with carbs. Not all carbs just the “bad ones”, the big bad scary tasty ones, the ones that put a smile on your face, but leave dimples everywhere else, the ones that make a person like me gain weight really quick. Simply put, I’m pretty stingy when it comes to carbs and I like to use and eat them wisely.
At the start of the season, one day during practice, the coach passed around a signup sheet looking for volunteers willing to host team dinners, hence “Pasta Parties”, the night before designated meets. The gathering is a social and purposeful event. It provides motivation, helps to build camaraderie all while loading up on carbohydrates to fuel their bodies for the next day’s race.
As luck would have it, I had the good fortune of not hosting a pasta party; which is great, because personally, I like to save my “bad carbs” for French fries and pizza. I’m not trying to eat spaghetti and garlic bread just for the hell of it. But here’s the thing…guess what happens when your Marching Band Student Athlete must perform that night at a football game and is unable to attend the pasta party? Anyone? She still needs her carbs. No takers??
I’ll tell you what happens. You have a private pasta party.
Don’t get it twisted, I’m still avoiding carbs like the plague, but I’m a team player and a newb sport parent. So rather than prepare a pasta bowl party for one or worse, open up a can of Chef Boyardee, in an effort to show solidarity and to support my daughter’s carb intake, as a family, there were times when we feasted on 100% whole wheat pasta or brown rice. And when pressed for time, there was even Hamburger Helper Four Cheese Lasagna night. I know there’s nothing wrong with it, but for what I’m trying to do I can’t do white.
I’m Just Sayin’…(Damn!)
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