I saw this first hand in my family. We grew up poor, and on a farm, and so we ate lamb, veal, beef, pork, and chicken...all raised on the farm.
Then we "made it", and no longer had to do that stuff, and that was also when the divorces started happening, we started eating a lot of pasta, packed on the weight, and started in-fighting among the extended family.
If that is "making it", then I want to fail.
But the ironic thing is, I did not fail. 85% of American's live paycheck to paycheck and do not have a even $1000 in the bank for emergencies. But yet money is a funny thing, because despite being BROKE, people will tell you why what I do will never work...
"And you want me to live like you", I have to ask?
But I also eat humble-pie by getting my hands black with oil, skin my knuckles, and scrape rust off old parts. In short, I fix my own equipment, and run my vehicles to 250,000 miles. I also let my (4) daughters watch me do all this, and hope, when they pick their husbands, they will pick doers and not lazy-bones. Equally, I am not sexiest, and hope they pick up the wrenches as well.
All this talk about spending time with kids is hogwash: kids take in what they see you do, not what you tell them. My one and only job as a parent is not to baby them to 18 years old, but to raise them so they can be adults. My job is to ensure they need me less and less with every passing year.