IT'S no picnic to go food shopping for our family. Just think of what I
have to consider when I buy the things that will grace our dining
table: hypertension, gout, rheumatism, goiter, allergic rhinitis,
heart murmur, low blood, cancer. Kind of hard to ponder, huh? But we
survive.
Armed with my list of things to buy, I then double check it with the
lists from our doctors. Again, I say, no mean feat. But we survive.
Meat. With hypertension running in both our families, I've eliminated all
processed foods (except for the occasional hotdogs for the babies in
our family, yes, that includes me). I also stick to lean ground pork,
pork cutlets sans fat and pork shoulder. Beef, I've struck off the
list eversince I felt a tightening in the chest (and in the belt)
everytime I ate it.
Fish used to be easy to buy. I'd point to everything that met my
budget and that was that. Until, my dad gave me a list from his
doctor. Those who have gout should not eat salmon, sardines, mackarel.
To make it easier for me, he said, fish that don't have scales -- no go.
Now we come to everybody's favorite. Chicken and egg. For the
hypertensives, no skin, no wings, no yolks. For those with rhinitis,
no chicken, no eggs. You should have seen the baleful looks I got from
my son. If looks could kill.....
Vegetables. Again the same rule applied. Buy anything and everything.
Until I got another list. No legumes, no asparagus, no mushrooms, no
cauliflowers, no spinach. Well, at least my son rejoiced.
Dairy Products and Oil. Our pediatrician said low-fat milk, and
that's what my son's been drinking eversince. As for cooking oil, I
bite my lip everytime I get a bottle from the shelves but if it's good
health you have in mind, then stick to olive oil and maybe sunflower
for frying (if you have to, that is).
Finally, fruits. With all the experts hailing fruits as wonderful for
the health, I figured it was safe for me to buy plenty. Well, it
doesn't seem to work that way, either. Mangoes a no-no for those with
allergies. Strawberries and anything with seeds are not for those who
have gout. Buco flesh and avocado are not too good for those who love
them but have hypertension.
Aaargh! Sometimes, I just want to follow my lola's advice. "Bahala
na!" she said and would eat pork taba. She lived up to 93 years and
she was hypertensive! But, still I trudge on to the grocery with my
list and hopefully, make the right decisions....
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Update:
This was written before I discovered I also had hypertension. And my doctor's No. 1 advice -- nothing fried and only good cholesterol (fish and vegetables, preferably steamed). Eeewww! And now with my sister around, pork is virtually non-existent in the ref as she's anti-pig. Waaaah!
reviving, rehashing, reliving my old naki's nanay column to talk mostly about life in general and my "Juan en onli" son. buti na lang he doesn't read my stuff so I can live another day to blog....
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
D-I-E- (T)!!!
Going through my files, this column (again written eons ago) seems so timely. As I get ready to do lab tests to check on hypertension, I can just imagine what my doctor has planned for me after the test results. Goodbye, wonderful, tasty food, goodbye!
"Joyce!" my doctor exclaimed, looking keenly at me as I entered the
clinic. "I think we need to lose some calories..."
Leafing through my laboratory and x-ray results, it became pretty
obvious that he wasn't the one who needed to lose weight. Guess who
did?
"I think it would be best," he continued, "if you cut down on carbohydrates."
"Hindi naman po ako malakas sa kanin," I said, trying to defend
myself and wiggle out of what I knew would be an ordeal, when out of
the blue, someone butted in.
"Sa pasta ho malakas sya," said my "loving" husband.
That was it! The death sentence of pasta, bread and rice in my life.
"You need to be more careful," the doctor warned, "with the holidays
coming and food abundant....."
He didn't need to spell it out as already I couldn't fit into my
jeans and was bursting out of my blouses. I resolved to stop eating
too much.
So that's how I've been living for the past three weeks. Instead of
rice, I eat ulam with lettuce, kangkong, camote tops mustasa or corn.
I no longer look at bread or pandesal in the morning. If I can't help
myself, I eat a piece of toasted wheat bread. Don't worry, I'm not
starving myself and I make sure to pair it off with papaya, pineapple
or whatever fruit is available, plus something leafy. And pasta and
noodles which I looooove to distraction? I look at it and take three
forkfuls at the most.
So far I haven't grown any thinner, my pants still don't fit me and
the ground still shakes whenever I pass by. But slowly, I'm getting
used to saying no to PBR (pasta, potato, bread and rice).
Just last night while eating dinner, Narda asked me if I really
didn't eat rice anymore.
"Oo," I beamed proudly. "Madami ngang pasta kanina noong lunch, pero
hindi ako kumuha."
"Somebody call the doctor!" hollered Naki, my son. " My mom's not eating!"
I hit him with my corn.
*******************
"Joyce!" my doctor exclaimed, looking keenly at me as I entered the
clinic. "I think we need to lose some calories..."
Leafing through my laboratory and x-ray results, it became pretty
obvious that he wasn't the one who needed to lose weight. Guess who
did?
"I think it would be best," he continued, "if you cut down on carbohydrates."
"Hindi naman po ako malakas sa kanin," I said, trying to defend
myself and wiggle out of what I knew would be an ordeal, when out of
the blue, someone butted in.
"Sa pasta ho malakas sya," said my "loving" husband.
That was it! The death sentence of pasta, bread and rice in my life.
"You need to be more careful," the doctor warned, "with the holidays
coming and food abundant....."
He didn't need to spell it out as already I couldn't fit into my
jeans and was bursting out of my blouses. I resolved to stop eating
too much.
So that's how I've been living for the past three weeks. Instead of
rice, I eat ulam with lettuce, kangkong, camote tops mustasa or corn.
I no longer look at bread or pandesal in the morning. If I can't help
myself, I eat a piece of toasted wheat bread. Don't worry, I'm not
starving myself and I make sure to pair it off with papaya, pineapple
or whatever fruit is available, plus something leafy. And pasta and
noodles which I looooove to distraction? I look at it and take three
forkfuls at the most.
So far I haven't grown any thinner, my pants still don't fit me and
the ground still shakes whenever I pass by. But slowly, I'm getting
used to saying no to PBR (pasta, potato, bread and rice).
Just last night while eating dinner, Narda asked me if I really
didn't eat rice anymore.
"Oo," I beamed proudly. "Madami ngang pasta kanina noong lunch, pero
hindi ako kumuha."
"Somebody call the doctor!" hollered Naki, my son. " My mom's not eating!"
I hit him with my corn.
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