Edited to add: I just put this in comments, but I thought it was worth putting up here.
There is an excerpt from the book on the author’s site – brace yourselves:
“I have to admit that few things bother me more than seeing overweight kids. So when it comes to my own kids, as my wife repeatedly tells me, I’m a pain in the ass. I’m obsessed with what my five-year-old daughter and seven-year-old son eat. (My infant daughter is still strictly under her mother’s domain, but she won’t be for long.) The occasional treat is fine, but you will almost never find soda in our fridge, and there are strict limits on the few sugary snacks in our pantry. I can probably count our trips to fast-food venues (that I know of) on one hand.”
To which I responded: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
You know what I find most infuriating about that? He just described my family’s kitchen, and the limitations put on ME when I was a kid. (Okay, there was usually real Pepsi in the house, but there were limits on how much of that we could have, like everything else. And by the time I was a teenager, I preferred Diet Coke.)
My diabetic mother did all the same things to control our diets, and you know what that created? FAT KIDS WITH MAJOR FOOD ISSUES.
In all likelihood, we would have been fat anyway. But we didn’t have to develop the major food issues. That was my parents’ “lifestyle choice” for us.