Because of food.

My children and the food they need. My children and what I give them to eat is much more than just a tiny story. If you like to feed them in a healthy way it is absorbing your time, it needs some creativity and a lot of courage. It's also about ideas and emotions, doubts and choices. There was the time that I lived with my family, my parents and siblings. There were certain clear rhythms and food rules. My mom was pretty much the coach behind the food and the nutrition policy in the family. She could be rather severe and rigid. Any doubt about cholesterol or blood level could result in a re-decoration of the fridge. This was foremost something between my mom and my Dad. Whenever she felt he was getting a little overweight, she started a kind of a  diet. And I can tell, my dad was not overweight at all. If I think of the plates of vegetables we were supposed to eat, I must admit that my mom was pretty much obsessed with nutrition. But when the girls see their grand dad biking for months all around Europe in summer while having 83 years, I can only think, the good food and the diet he followed, haven't been too bad for him.