Please do not underestimate the power of carb cravings in a growing child.
I has taken me decades to get over the emotional and physical repercussions of being denied food in the sight of plenty, by parents who (in my childlike eyes) were denying me love.
I got the sugar highs and the crashes after, on the rare occasions I was allowed sweet stuff. My parents were quite strict with food. Lots of veg. Budget awareness. Eat your greens. Finish what is on your plate before you get a pudding… etc. etc.
Yet because of those sugar highs and sugar lows (childhood reactive hypoglycemia) I was like a junkie for sugar. My body was always screaming for carbs, and never felt like it had enough. I was obsessed with food. Always hungry, arms and legs aching for sweet foods.
So, of course, I stole. At that age, the body dictates behaviour and the mind is defenseless against it. I also stole money and kept my own secret stash of food, and spent every penny of xmas, birthday and pocket money on sweets. Secret shopping of course. I learned not to ask for food even when I needed it. I also lied to the school and asked (begged) for food from my classmates.
I cringe to remember this.
In retrospect, I needed medical help to deal with the sugar dysfunction, yet back in those days no one had ever heard of RH so that help wouldn’t have been available even if my parents had thought to take me. Instead they used discipline and denial.
Realistically they were in an impossible situation. Keto would have helped if anyone had ever heard of it. Or knew what a carb was. Or believed that food affected mood. Things have changed a lot. And of course there would have been keto flu too.
However, unless your child is supervised 24/7 they will find a way to eat sugar. I did. And one piece of delicious sweetness will set the cravings off again. And I hated my mother for denying it to me.
Even now, 5 decades on, I have to mentally prepare myself for staying with my parents. I accept that they are how they are, but I STILL need to take keto snacks in my luggage, and have a deep vulnerability about being denied food by them, and I fight an instinctive rage at the portion sizes that are placed on my plate.
So, be careful. If your kids are 7 and 8, then this is when you are building your lifetime parent-child relationship. After the food issues of my childhood I left home and barely contacted them for years. Unless I wanted something. It wasn’t a healthy relationship at all. Now, I am in my 50s, they are in their 80s and I am very sad at the wasted years, yet those deep seated emotions are still there if triggered.