My hubby would love the walnut cake @Nanny Beach , my last cake was a ginger one a new recipe for me. I have a recipe book hand written and the ginger cake made 51 in it, don't do nuts as I tend to react to them.
I know Nanny B but the majority of obesity and diabetes is in the poor. I have a friend in the UK who always is proud of being a war baby so no sugar as a child and o sweet tooth so no fillings. However, he likes his white bread and his spuds and the rest and is carrying weight round his organs and has diabetes 2 now but refuses to do anything about it.
He could reverse it if he lost 10 kilos but he'd have to switch to brown bread and loads of veg. Always brings a loaf of Mother's pride plastic bread when he comes to visit cos he thinks it'll wind me up.
Love coffee and walnut.
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@Nanny Beach, yes he loves cooking so if I were to do some, I'd be doing something I hate whilst simultaneously depriving him of doing something he enjoys. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Both parents had to work to keep body and soul together so as the eldest child it was my job to prep the veg for Mum to cook when she got in. Baking came next and by the time I was a young teenager I was doing Sunday breakfast for the family. Came in handy in my first hotel job when the chef had a meltdown and ran off before breakfast and we had a dining room full of waiting guests. It was a bit of a step up from a domestic cooker but everyone got fed and nobody died we just didn't tell them the hall porter cooked for them.
Being male was no excuse for not knowing how to cook. When my Mum was poorly having her last child her neighbours rallied round and were about to take over the cooking when my Dad threw them out and did it himself. An ordinary working man who knew how to cook was a rare thing in the West of Scotland in the early 60s. Having said that he put me off porrage for life - salt instead of sugar!!!
An ordinary working man who knew how to cook was a rare thing in the West of Scotland in the early 60s. Having said that he put me off porrage for life - salt instead of sugar!!!
Mine was the same. He put me off porridge when he spilt some on my leg whilst I was wearing short trousers. After he left the navy at the end of the war, he worked in Italy for 3 years whilst they rebuilt the shipyards in Greenock. He came back with a love of spaghetti. Do you remember the long stuff in blue paper bags? We were never allowed to break it and had to eat it with a fork and spoon, properly. ( 3 strands was the optimum number )
I don’t really count but some days, particularly if been in work, I know I don’t have quite enough so I make an effort to eat more the next day. I do try to eat an apple and another fruit at lunchtime in case I am having a low veg main meal.
On the odd trip I have made to Dentist and to take OH to hospital, I am surprised at the number of overweight nurses, dental assistants, etc. waddling around - as they are at the forefront of Be Healthy, it does rather seem a case of "don't do what I do but do what I say".
there was a programme on recently about back pain and this HUUUUUUUGE surgeon was saying much could be avoided by diet and exercise.
I agree with you phillipa, I do my best, then no-one can point a finger at me and say its my own fault. probably half the staff on my last ward were at least overweight. One hand over a young extremely overweight made a comment about something that happened being their own fault, I sat there insensed wanting to say to her, so if she had a stroke or cardiac event that would be HER own fault then! I managed not to, because I knew how the ward politics panned out and what our ward manager (yes, she was HUGE) would have been.
I find it very easy to eat 10 a day portions. It's still 5 a day but if you can eat more that's fine,only one portion of potatoes.I might be wrong but it's not classed as a vegetable.
I went on a healthy living course once. We were there to train to give advice to others. I watched a nurse who must have been at least 20 stone, wobble out in front of me in to the lift. I looked at the maximum loading weight and took the stairs.
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He could reverse it if he lost 10 kilos but he'd have to switch to brown bread and loads of veg. Always brings a loaf of Mother's pride plastic bread when he comes to visit cos he thinks it'll wind me up.
Love coffee and walnut.
That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Being male was no excuse for not knowing how to cook. When my Mum was poorly having her last child her neighbours rallied round and were about to take over the cooking when my Dad threw them out and did it himself. An ordinary working man who knew how to cook was a rare thing in the West of Scotland in the early 60s. Having said that he put me off porrage for life - salt instead of sugar!!!
After he left the navy at the end of the war, he worked in Italy for 3 years whilst they rebuilt the shipyards in Greenock. He came back with a love of spaghetti. Do you remember the long stuff in blue paper bags? We were never allowed to break it and had to eat it with a fork and spoon, properly. ( 3 strands was the optimum number )