The first time my daughter grabbed a box of cookies out of the pantry, flipped the package round and round, and asked me how many calories were in each one, I laughed it off.
"I don't know," I said. "Why do you ask?"
The second time she asked—while reaching for another square of our regular Friday night pizza—an alarm went off. This time she added, "I don't want to get fat. That's bad."
Even as I told her that she didn't need to pay any attention to calories, that they were good things, that we needed them for energy to run and play, I seethed. After all, I had a new enemy: whoever had introduced this calorie nonsense into my home and had made my healthy, vibrant 7-year-old worry about counting calories.
As it turns out, naming the enemy was more difficult than anticipated. Even as I read a horrifying (if overblown) story about the number of 5- to 7-year-olds who are being treated for eating disorders in the UK, I couldn't simply blame the media, Barbie, or the ...1