Niagara Visitor wrote:I have not been liking what I have been seeing in my mirror the last couple of years, so I buckled down in February, and have lost 32 lbs. since then. Portion control has been my downfall for a long time, and it was really, really tempting to eat the rest of that liver today. I think the strawberries and yogurt were better for me.
Wow, Lore, I remember when you were last around here your saying you were going to try to lose some weight. I think you said your sister was going to try to drop some weight as well. Congratulations on your success! Are you pleased with where you are now, or do you plan to lose more weight? It does indeed get easier once you get used to eating less but it's never a cakewalk, that's for sure -- no pun intended!
Yeah, I had a problem for a while with portion control years ago and my weight, as did Brian's, creeped up over a period of years. My problem was trying to eat as much as Brian did -- not smart when he's 6'4". It's funny now and we laughed about it the other say. We're both just about the same exact weights we were when we met many years ago.
I also eat much faster than I should. My mom, if still alive, would be howling as I was always the last one at the table. Not only was I a chatter (I'm sure you guys would've NEVER guessed that, right?!) but I ate slowly. She would let others leave the table but she would always sit there with me until I finished, however long it took. Perhaps that's why we were always so close -- who knows?! I do know that helping her in the kitchen was how I got my start cooking.
I'd had many conversations with Brian, since we didn't have kids and always ate our dinner rather late, say 8 p.m. when we were younger. We'd come home from work, have a cocktail or two, and watch the news while discussing what we were going to make or have for dinner. I used to tell him how in retrospect, I was amazed that my Mom, who went back to work as a registered nurse when I started first grade, who got home around 5:30 p.m., would usually have dinner on the table for the five of us by 5:30 p.m. (that's two adults & 3 kids, not 5 kids!). And we didn't have frozen dinners or frozen food of any type. In fact, we used to beg for some of the frozen TV dinners our friends were eating. She would use canned vegetables back then but never just right out of the can -- always doctored up with bacon, onions, garlic and the like. Now remember, I'm 63 so I was a kid in the '50s and early '60s.
One day I came home after a long day outside of the house and Brian told me my mom had phoned. He said she was in a chatty mood and that he'd spoken to her for about an hour. We lived in the same city and saw each other regularly and I remember thanking him and apologizing for my mom keeping him on the phone so long. He said no, he'd enjoyed it and told me they'd had a very enlightening conversation and that he'd learned a lot. Of course, I was intrigued and pressed him for details. He said they got into talking about cooking and with no mention or prompting by him, my mom told him how much she relied on me as a child (I was the youngest) and how I always helped her make supper (not only on Sundays when I'd hang around in the kitchen and we'd do the NY Times crossword puzzle together while she cooked and I perhaps chopped some things or stripped green beans or something like that), but during the week too. She told him how she could have never even thought of getting a nice dinner on the table early enough for kids if it wasn't for me, as by the time she got home, I had the garlic peeled, the onions chopped, etc. and basically had done a mis en place for her when she got home. She told Brian I was barely 9 when I started doing things like browning the meat we were having prior to her arrival so she could just throw everything together and get it cooking once she walked in the door. He was sitting there grinning while he told me this. He said NOW we both knew how my mom actually did what impressed me so much. I was so tickled pink that I sat there crying my eyes out, as I'd never even thought of that! I mean I knew I helped her but I never realized how much help it really was -- I just looked at it as being really lucky that my mom trusted me to do the things she let me do, even when she wasn't there to supervise me while I did it. It was a real eye opener for me and I was so grateful that she'd talked to him that day about that, as it became a bigger and better memory than it had always been for me....
And I guess another reason why I still love cooking!