For reasons that I will not go into, I have been rather pensive about the teachings that are being passed onto the next generation. And about the teachings that we absorbed at our own mothers' and fathers' knees.
* Drive around until you find a closer parking spot, because walking is too much work!
* Do your exercises, and you won't have a back ache.
* Don't let anyone know anything about your health - and then spring it on them when it gets really bad.
* Share your health issues so that people can learn from them, or at least do what they can to help you.
* Buy convenience foods instead of fresh.
* Learn to cook.
* Let yourself balloon.
* Keep your weight down, into your later years.
* Drink soda.
* Drink water.
And there are a thousand other lessons.
Even now, at age 50, I am struck at times by what I recall from earlier days, and I wonder why these habits can sometimes continue to shape me and fuel my decisions. And then I pull myself up short, and declare that that's just stupid - you were a kid long ago, when dinosaurs still roamed the planet, and now you know better and we all know better and it's time to stop blaming your current life for past failures and problems and issues.
And so I ask you, as you putter around in your daily lives, to consider the examples that you are setting, and the decisions you are making. Last week, Mr. j and I went to Chinatown for lunch for his birthday. There is a big pagoda-style gate at the front of Boston's Chinatown. And right in front of it, there was a food truck, selling variations on grilled cheese. There was a line.
People were rejecting good, fresh, tasty, interesting, inexpensive and mainly health foods in favor of ... grilled cheese?
I get it if people have no time, but for many of these places, you can call ahead, and they'll have your order bag waiting for you, so that's no excuse. The prices were pretty high at the truck, and they are low in many of Chinatown's restaurants, so that's not the excuse, either. The variety at the truck was okay but not great - not even enough to cover one side of a standard-sized menu printed in standard-sized fonts. So that's not the excuse.
I wonder what the people hanging around there (the area is a bit of urban green space, and has a smidgen of a park) thought of all of that. Did they think those choices were wise? Convenient? Better?
No one took a survey, no one took a poll. And don't get me wrong - I do enjoy grilled cheese on occasion. But I voted with my feet, my wallet and my stomach.
I had the chicken with mixed vegetables. It was good!