I got up early Thursday morning to walk to the bagel bakery. It took about 40 minutes, so I figure it is like the treadmill, only you get somewhere where there are bagels.
Linda has been steering us away from the white flour bagels toward whole wheat, nuts and seeds.
One of the processes we went through in a weight-loss class was to talk about family food history. Did we grow up on a farm with lots of food? Did we grow up in the Depression where food was scarce? Were we in a big family where you had to scramble for seconds?
I grew up in a Jewish transition family. My father's home was Orthodox and he moved away from that. Coming back from trips to his business in Jersey City, we would stop at the White Castle for a 5-cent burger -- surely treyf. A big treat on a late summer day was to drive out to Route 46 to the MacDonalds (Over 1 Million Sold). Usually my mother didn't come on these trips. Not that that she was particularly observant. My father's favorite how-I-met-your-mother story involved his spending his whole week's paycheck on a giant lobster she ordered. When Norm introduced Laura to Pop-pop, she was wearing riding jodhpurs and smoking a cigarette. "Any friend of my son's is a friend of mine," is the treasured quote. But Laura surely wasn't the traditional Jewish modest wife. When her mother, Ella, came to live with us in Tenafly, grandma took over the cooking and taught Carey, our maid, how to do Kosher, so she must have known that Laura was not keeping the rules.
My rehab nurse helped me set a goal of losing five pounds. I'm trying, but I'm not having much progress.