Kim M
Member
Today was the first day since my sugery that I have been around so much Italian food. Macaroni and meatball, eggplant parm, stuffed mushroom, antipasto, vinagar chicken and the list goes on. I am Italian and grew up eating these foods. Every Sunday our whole family would go to my grandma's house for dinner. She lived in a one bedroom apartment in the Bronx, but I didn't realize this until I got older. I learned who I was around that table. My grandfather would tell stories of when he came to this country by himself when he was 12 and would eat watermelon rinds in the basement of a building. My grandmother survived the Triangle Fire in NYC. I would sit on my grandfather's lap and watch him peel fruit with his pocket knife. These were such wonderful memories. Today there were many generations around the table. My Dad is 93 and his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren were all there. All the stories were being told and some I had never heard before. It was so wonderful to focus on the family and not the food. After I served everyone, I went and had my yogart. I was not tempted in the least to eat anything. My focus was on my family and how blessed I have been. I guess the message I want to put out there is when the addictive mind stops you have the opportunity to enjoy everthing else.
