My Aunt put a Curse on me...
Sunday, May 25, 2014
I was an inquisitive kid without a filter, so I thought I was Sparking positive for my aunt, when I said, "You are so beautiful; why are you so fat?"
Without skipping a beat, she replied, "Don't worry, when you grow up, you are going to look just like me!"
I used to tell my students that my aunt put a curse on me, and that is why I am fat. I wish she would have explained like an adult about heredity, and how we should try to watch what we eat, especially because we have these genetics that are unforgiving with every calorie.
If I glance at a slice of bread, I have already gained a pound from it.
It is very difficult to separate from my food culture. I knew to stop the Manteca lard in the red box. I have never used it. It was not passed to my daughter's generation. We had tortillas with everything. Now a single tortilla has to be it, not a stack of them like I was doing it before. Rice, Mexican style, is off the menu. I learned to substitute quinoa with the same recipe. Also, I switched to corn tortillas, and soft tacos instead of fried.
It was also a part of our food culture to celebrate everything with food. That is a lot of celebrating for every cousin, brother, aunt, uncle, parent and grandparent that has a birthday, graduation, baptism, communion, confirmation, anniversary, wedding, retirement, death...
Anyone eating heathy is doomed!
I celebrate now with my brother and his family doing activities, like bowling, skating, mini-golf, even clothes shopping. Eating is just to fuel up, not the main event.
It is just us now with grown nuclear families. Everyone doesn't stick with the clan like our parents' generation did. Grandparents and our two parents are gone, so there is no matriarch calling us all together for another back yard Mexican barbecue. Good-times...except the time my aunt put a curse on me!