Flaxseed never apologise for having a moan. NanKate made a place for us to do just that. We are all here for the same reason to lose weight no matter how long it takes or how many wobbles we have along the way. Everyone here is supportive and never critical. I have said before if losing weight was easy we all be a 12.
Four said it the other week we aren't over weight but under tall. ?.
We as women put to much pressure on ourselves to be perfect. There is no such thing as perfect but magazines and other media put this idea forward all the time. I am now 64 was a fat child, fat teenager and morbidly obese adult. My dad was suffered from malnutrition as a child that an army food gave him an ulcer when he was 28 and had to have an emergency operation.
My mom was brought up in a loving and caring family. Food was cheap cuts simply prepared and everyone finished their plates. My nan was fat and my grandad was skinny . I always thought of them as Jack Sprat and his wife. All mom's family where amazing cooks. My nan taught my dad to cook.
My brother and me where brought up on cheap cuts always a pud after dinner. Steamed sponge and custard,bread and butter pudding, bread pudding made with stale bread nothing went to waste. My dad always said any fool can follow a recipe but it's takes imagination to use left overs and make it into a feast.
Sunday lunches where an event. Remember the first time my husband came to eat. He couldn't believe the amount of food. But it was cheap food. Eg slow roast shoulder of lamb with home made mint sc and homemade onion sc thicken with cornflour. Potatoes were always 2 types either roast,boiled,mashed or croquette. Usually 5 veg and proper gravy. Then pud. Sunday tea was sandwiches usually 2 types,cake and tinned fruit with evaporated milk . In the summer if the ice cream van came around dad went out with a bowl and had it filled with ice cream
When freezers can cheaper my parents saved up for a large chest freezer. My parents never had well paid jobs and worked in factories.
Dad got a book out of the library and taught himself how to do butchery. This was in the 70's. He used to buy half a lamb, or forequarter of beef or half a pig . Only one at a time. He even made brawn out of the pig's head. Which only mom and dad eat same with pigs trotters.
Kidderminster had a whole sale market on a Thursday when dad's shifts allowed he went I loved to go with him when on school holidays. But you never saw my dad bid he was sly. The hammer would come down and sold to Mr B. The shopkeepers hated when dad was there. Because you had to buy in bulk he could get cauliflower for a penny each etc. When I was with him he used to carry all the goodies out and I stood guard while he got the car. When he came back there would be a queue of people waiting. Dad had scales in the back of the car and old plastic bags incase someone didn't have a bag. He knew how much he wanted for us and our neighbours put in there orders when they knew dad was going. Dad always made a profit which covered his petrol as well . But he never over charged people.
Dad learn to make home made wine. Carrot and parsnip peelings ,pea pods made wine while veg where blanched for the freezer. We always said dad would make wine out of old boots if he could. My daughter's favourite wine was made from scented rose petals. Dad was an amazing gardener. He taught my husband things his own father never taught him. Wine making,gardening and DIY.
Oh dear gone on a ramble again. But you can see what a loving family I come from and part of that love was good food and lots of it. How many of here used to mop up the gravy with a piece of bread. No wonder I got so big.
My husband loved me know matter how big I got. He loved his food but stayed slim. Our time together was cut short. But we where together 29 years married 22 when he died. But he was loved very much by me ,our children and all my extended family. He had from my side what his own parents and family never gave him. Plus all the food.
As I have wondered down memory lane I had better close. ?
