I want to tell myself that I'm not going to rambling away ad nauseam about Weight Watchers on my blog, but I'm not sure that I "wouldn't" be lying to myself.
This morning on my way out the door I mentioned to Big C that weight watchers is basically taking me back to how my mother raised me, and if I'd just listened to her and followed her practices when I came to this country I wouldn't have an issue with my weight right now.
Part of weight watchers is merely encouraging you to make healthier choices when eating. They recommend that instead of eating white bread you eat wheat bread etc, etc...
I remember clearly growing up, hating that my mother ONLY bought wheat bread, I used to smile in delight when I'd go to a friends house to play and their mother would give us white bread for our sandwichs!! It was such a novelty, such a treat to me.
My mother ALWAYS cooked brown rice, and when she'd come and visit me over here she'd always ask "where's your brown rice?" I'd always reply that white rice is so much easier to cook, and it's more common over here. She'd sigh and shrug and stand at the sink washing the white rice over and over again to get out as much starch as possible before she cooked it. I'm sure by the time she was done it would probably be classified as brown rice!!!
When ever we ate pasta which was rare we'd always have wheat pasta.
I remember for my school lunches she'd pack me prawn sandwiches which I hated because all my friends had ham and cheese. I had NO idea I was being given the "creme de la creme" ESPECIALLY for a grade school aged kid.
Even now I'll ONLY order a shrimp/prawn ANYTHING if I've got money to burn seafood isn't cheap over here, even if I do live on the water.
I remember my mother cooking me sardine omelettes and me sitting at the table for hours as I wasn't allowed to move until I ate it.
I remember being tired of fish but never really liking red meat anyway and it was rarely cooked in our house anyway.
So here I am now 20 years later being told to eat wheat bread, wheat pasta, brown rice, and fish twice a week!!!
Maybe my mummy is whispering in their ears when I'm not looking as I swear I hear voice every time I read something about healthier choices!!!
Our sweet mothers knew so much. Why does it take us such a long time to realize it? My mother's secret was rationing. She could feed a family of five with one chicken. She would fill our plates and we only had bread with breakfast (one piece of toast each). My mom went for color on the plate. She made sure she never sat a white plate of food in front of us. That is what she called all starch foods. She would give me that "How did I fail?" look when she came to my home for a meal and I didn't put color on the table.
ReplyDeletethat's so funny...my mom never ever bought white bread either! but I actually prefer it to white anyway. But when I was a kid i felt the same as you...i wanted Wonder Bread for my sandwich!
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