By Kevin Williams
I am not disparaging "meals on wheels" with this post. Quite the opposite. The service was a godsend for my grandmother in the years before she moved into a nursing home and she wasn't really able to cook for herself that much anymore.
Still, this photo showed up in my Facebook newsfeed (I had posted it on my personal page a couple of years ago and Facebook, for some reason, likes to do things like "remember this lovely event from four years ago today") of something I had posted a couple of years ago. I doubt the meals have suddenly gotten larger, so I figure it's still a relevant topic. Anyway, I look at the photo and Holy Cow, if that is what I have to look forward to when I am 90, then that is good enough incentive to stay in good health for as long as possible. The photo is of a meal from the local senior center that my grandmother had delivered.
My Dad eats like a bird. He has great self-discipline, he'll eat half of what I eat, declare himself full, and that's that. He also eats far, far slower than I do. I eat like someone has an AK-7 pointed at my head and is ordering me to make my food disappear. And, of course, my Dad never as to watch his weight. I, on the other hand, eat much larger portions. I mean, I'd consider this meal a snack. And, of course, I have to do battle with my weight.
I can't even tell what is in the photo, nor can I remember. Obviously, there are lima beans, a piece of bread (my biggest weakness, I'd want 3 - 4 pieces of bread like that) looks like something with pasta and maybe a tomato sauce? I don't know, what do you think? Would you be filled up by this meal? There simply isn't any way I would be. I'd probably have to eat two of these....SIGH.....so the weight battle continues...