Thursday, December 2, 2010

A little story about love... and the desire to wear a turkey hat.

I don't know about all of you out there but my family loves with food.

Rediculous but true.

** If you're having a hard day a good meal will clear your mind.

** If you're having a good day, lets cook something to celebrate.

** Holiday? Surely there's a cake/ cookie/ pasta dish just right for the occasion.

** It's your birthday? Lets go out to dinner! (and make a cake)

** Wedding or baby shower of some sort? Have it at the restaurant with the good bruchetta.

And God forbid someone dies, we litterally eat for three days.

It's sickning really.

And I'm not talking a bunch of amateur eaters here. We are professionals. My grandfather owned a catering company, at which nearly all of my family members were employed. I spent my childhood summers hanging out in the walk-in cooler, sitting on a milk crate, drinking coca-cola out of a glass bottle with my cousins. Occasionally I would be incharge of stickering the sandwiches with neon colored lables (that I mostly stuck all over my body instead)

Some of my best memories of my family come from "the store" as we called it. My grandpas smoky office with the big blue metal desk where he would let me count and roll coins. Going out on a route with my cousins and meeting all the factory workers downtown. The first time I ever had Kielbasa was in the cab of one of those trucks and it was love at first bite.

My grandpa later sold the business and retired to Florida, where old people seem to like to die. One of my aunts started a restaurant with a friend and I worked there when I was not quite old enough, scraping dishes and taking old grease to the dumpster. One would think the experience would turn me off from food, but lets be honest... a cold, old french fry under a dirty napkin holds no flame to the crispy potato lovlieness that comes fresh out of the fryer and onto my plate. I could always distinguish. That was my problem.

None the less my entire family life has undisputably revolved around food.

I won't say (because it would be a flat out lie) that everyone in my family is fit and healthy, but you would think we would be a family of 500lb the way we eat. Sadly I would have to say that I am the fattest of them all and since I'm nearly the youngest it's beyond pathetic.

After that heartwarming story, on to the point!

Do you think a zebra can really change his stripes??? Can we go from being a family who eats together to a family who moves together? Everything in me wants to believe so.

Every year for the past 28 years the city of Detroit has held the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving day (10k, 5k, 1k races for charity) and some 22,000 or so people participate... And every year we have sat on our asses and watched it on TV while sneaking ham rolls from the kitchen.

Well this year my cousin Kelly and her husband decided to run the 5k and a few of us went down to cheer them on. This is pathetic in many ways, but two specifically come to mind.

1) They don't even live in Detroit anymore. They live in Virginia. All of us Michiganders stood on the sidelines and watched out of staters run a fundraiser for our city. Fail.

2) I don't know if you remember but back in August (before I fell off the weightloss wagon) I had the BRILLIANT idea of training for a 5k. An idea that I was so excited about and shared with this same cousin who decided she wanted to run one for the first time too. Since August she has ran 3. The Turkey Trot was her 4th. *mental forehead slap*

I must say that the Turkey Trot looked much more fun than those boring Ironman competitions. There were costumes and signs and silly socks and.... wait for it... giant hats shaped like turkeys. Not the gobble gobble bird kind of turkey, but the beheaded, plucked, fresh out of the oven kind. You stick your head up what would be the ass (I think) and it looks like a good time. I want one. Bad. My desire to own that hat far outweighs my fears of being a fat girl in a 5k.
nearing the end of the race, chickens and young children on the sidelines

the only two (out of 15 of us) of us who raced.

the object of my affection, TURKEY HAT! :)
So I have decided, for the better health of my self and my family (and in the interest of owning millinery shaped like poultry)  next year we would all participate in some form at this event, be it in the 1k 5k or 10 k races and although I got a lot of grumbles, I think we're all in.

One day I hope that we can learn to love each other through mutual activity and friendly competition rather than mostacolli and I'm pretty sure we're on our way.

Are your families food habits anything like mine? I'd love to hear your stories :)

1 comment:

  1. the thing I remember most about growing up and meal time is that there were never any vegetables. I dont recall hardly any meals with veges. Is that weird? I think so!! lol
    Needless to say I adore them now, so maybe it was for the best I was deprived of the heatlhy stuff back then because I surely get enough of them now. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!! On the otherhand it was maybe the biggest downfall of all, because I am sure the way we ate when we were little is why I am fighting this battle now.(duh robin)
    As far as running.. to me its torture! PURE TORTURE! someone please tell me whats so fun about it... although..........I like you have a goal. I want to run a 5k or even walk, but I want to participate in something big! Something I have never done or even thought I could accomplish. So heres to you Sandra.. heres to me.. heres to a 5k in 2011!!!'
    p.s. i feel for ya about the bridesmaid dress, i was in my little sisters wedding last may and I was like a rolled up lil snausage and it was HUMILIATING! I totally hated every minute of it. WOrk your butt off the next couple of months and feel good in that dress, you'll be so happy you did!! Talk soon.. xo Robin