Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Today I went with my mother to the doctor. As she doesn´t speak spanish I go with her as an interpreter. She usually "thanks" me in money. Today though she wanted to treat me to lunch.
From the hospital we went to the supermarket to buy some food. She suggested grilled chicken (phu!
) that´s really ok I thought.
But then she went for the cole slaw and the potato salad.
Not as good...
My mother is one of those women who´s been dieting all her life and only ended up bigger than she was when she started. It´s not that easy telling her that I consider something she´s picking up for our nice lunch too fat. She know so well, but when she´s not on a diet she rock and rolls.
I remember when my mother-in-law only took ONE of my mothers buns fresh from the oven; my mother asked " are you on a diet"? My mother-in-law answered "no, but I watch what and how much I eat". It lead to a really embarrassing moment when these to worlds met, the "all-or -nothing" diet-thinking and the other naturally more healthy one.
Now my mother has gone home and I´m sitting here contemplating our lunch and what I´ve could have done or said to make today different.
It´s kind of infected this issue of weight and eating.
I don´t want to make her feel bad when she wants to give me a treat to show her appreciation for helping her. I ate, a lot of chicken, not so much of the salads.
Well the conclusion is, I think, that I got more work(outs) to do for the small thing I did for her today!