Mommie Dearest
One can only be so strong to resist a plump, crunchy caramel glazed cream puff before one gives in and savagely sinks teeth into its soft creamy center, with textures and substance exploding into one scrumptious bite.
This is how I lose the battle. I recognize my weakness even before, yet I succumb to it, making the last 10 lbs linger long enough to nurture into 15, even 20.
The cream puff had no business being here, I haven't seen it anywhere near this house for the past two months and that's the way it should be. In that, I have all the support of my hubby and kids, even if they think I spoil the fun for stringently keeping off the food that I normally love, yet respecting my decision to embrace my inner super-model and conquering excess baggage, all 15 lbs. of it.
It's her fault, my mother-in-law, she did it!
Randomly sending cream puff, this time with raisin bread from the country club, at any given day is so typical of her. She sends anything and everything: from the sweetest boiled peanuts to kimchi, Oscar Mayer bacon to longganisang lucban, a pack of socks or See's candies, jeans for Toni or a watch for Timmy, lollipops for Arianna, vitamins, sometimes a box of green tea, a bottle of Aleve -- anything, everything, she can think of, always unmindful that the gas her guzzling Expedition burns up to get her presents here to QC from Makati is even worth more than the thing she sends sometimes.
I've always known it about mothers-in-law. They're out to thwart your plans at conquering the enemy, stealthily working to become her son's and granddaughters' favorite, or even yours, sending all these weekday gifts, scheming to get herself into your weekend schedule with a major sabotage to your diet, waiting for you at her table during Sunday lunch.
Still I've come a long way with my mother-in-law, my husband knows this. Sometimes I miss those years when we were at loggerheads, when the children weren't there yet. And still she would send all those gifts. Cash, clothes, plane tickets, jewelry even, hah!
It's been 19 years now, and times change but certain things remain the same. My mother-in-law, vanquished in her quest for number one to my husband's heart, is gracefully mellowed now yet still remains her old, original self. I really wouldn't have her any other way though. After all, the gift-giving actually paid off and she really is my favorite now. Besides, the one battle where she majorly lost is the one I won. And now she's willing to settle for second best.
Filed Under: Life
This is how I lose the battle. I recognize my weakness even before, yet I succumb to it, making the last 10 lbs linger long enough to nurture into 15, even 20.
The cream puff had no business being here, I haven't seen it anywhere near this house for the past two months and that's the way it should be. In that, I have all the support of my hubby and kids, even if they think I spoil the fun for stringently keeping off the food that I normally love, yet respecting my decision to embrace my inner super-model and conquering excess baggage, all 15 lbs. of it.
It's her fault, my mother-in-law, she did it!
Randomly sending cream puff, this time with raisin bread from the country club, at any given day is so typical of her. She sends anything and everything: from the sweetest boiled peanuts to kimchi, Oscar Mayer bacon to longganisang lucban, a pack of socks or See's candies, jeans for Toni or a watch for Timmy, lollipops for Arianna, vitamins, sometimes a box of green tea, a bottle of Aleve -- anything, everything, she can think of, always unmindful that the gas her guzzling Expedition burns up to get her presents here to QC from Makati is even worth more than the thing she sends sometimes.
I've always known it about mothers-in-law. They're out to thwart your plans at conquering the enemy, stealthily working to become her son's and granddaughters' favorite, or even yours, sending all these weekday gifts, scheming to get herself into your weekend schedule with a major sabotage to your diet, waiting for you at her table during Sunday lunch.
Still I've come a long way with my mother-in-law, my husband knows this. Sometimes I miss those years when we were at loggerheads, when the children weren't there yet. And still she would send all those gifts. Cash, clothes, plane tickets, jewelry even, hah!
It's been 19 years now, and times change but certain things remain the same. My mother-in-law, vanquished in her quest for number one to my husband's heart, is gracefully mellowed now yet still remains her old, original self. I really wouldn't have her any other way though. After all, the gift-giving actually paid off and she really is my favorite now. Besides, the one battle where she majorly lost is the one I won. And now she's willing to settle for second best.
Filed Under: Life
Poppycock | 11/11/2004 |
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