I have spent my entire life thus far searching for the magic bullet to becoming skinny, healthy, and beautiful. You name it and I have tried it:
There is a part of me that thinks: pick your battles and don't worry about it, they won't hate common foods forever. But then I glance over at my husband and my resolve is cemented once again. He was even more stubborn than I was and he remembers his parents only standing their ground on a few things (one of which was grilled chicken and he still eats it today). On the other foods however (the list is too long to cover), they just let him not eat those things and to this day he has not gained a taste for them. Now he is the drill sergeant for burger boot camp and other foods, hopefully we will not continue the great tradition of family pickiness.
After a summer of great ice-cream (I still ate dairy) in New Hampshire and lots of food, I decided it was time to start working out. I knew all the paleo people talked about CrossFit, so that is what I would try and much to my surprise that first day, my husband was right by my side even though he had not exercised in even more years than I had. That first day was rough: everything was foreign to me. The warm up was jumping rope. Umm, I think I can remember when I jumped rope in elementary school, but we were not doing a leisurely double dutch.