You don't eat like a dad all at once. It started for me when I began finishing my wife's plate shortly after we were married. And in the span of nearly a year of being a father, I've become the goat of the household -- putting food in my mouth without thought as to where it originated.
But I never thought I really ate like a dad until I took a good hard look at myself in the rear view mirror after a recent Costco run. And I saw the frozen chocolate yogurt around my mouth, where it had been for all of my walk across the parking lot.
Food blogging can be like binging. The food in your system appears to magnetically pull in similar food. I've been eating a lot of frozen yogurt recently, hence my inability to resist the $1.48 (including tax) cup of the stuff from Costco.
I know that objectively it's not good. I've seen them pouring in the mixture from cartons and the yogurt varies in consistency depending on how long it's had to set. But that doesn't stop me from wheeling my cart over to the food counter, my two dollars at the ready.
I used to try and dissuade myself from getting a frozen yogurt by ordering the swirl and then suffering through the vanilla half to get to the chocolate. But now I've embraced my addiction and it's a full cup of chocolate that is gone before I'm five minutes from Costco.
This is what nobody tells you about fatherhood -- that you will become the kind of guy who hopes for traffic so he can finish a frozen yogurt before pulling the car into the driveway.
[Image of Costco sign via Flickr: greenwenvy08]