Saturday, October 02, 2010
This Crazy Love Affair
I've always loved food, I grew up with my family getting together for meals. Being with family to me equals food on the table. I didn't grow up rich, but there's always been food in our kitchen. Suffice it to say, I was never skinny. Add to the fact that I wasn't into sports my whole life, I was more into reading books, the "weighty" issue has always been present.
Growing up, I didn't know that junk food was bad. My mom kept a huge tupperware (and I think it still exists) full of food - from Chippy, to bread, to cookies. After a meal, she'd be planning on the next meal. And I honestly thought all families are like that. I thought it's excusable not to eat vegetables, that only older ones liked vegetables.
And then I got married. I learned that I shouldn't be eating junk food. That vegetables are a must on the table. That chicharon is awful. That chicken skin can lead to a slow death.
It's a total paradigm shift. Slowly, I've started eating vegetables and surprisingly, I actually like them. I've also only been eating brown rice and paksiw na isda. I've stayed so far away from chocolates (such sacrifice! :( ). Although I've slowly become a healthy eater, partly to keep myself alive longer and partly to teach my son, I still have these cravings. I still long for that junk food fix, or for that chicken skin or for that lechon. I do keep the cravings in check - I don't overindulge like I used to.
I don't know if I can totally kick the cravings. I really hope I do. Or so help me God.