So, as far as nationality goes, I’m a mutt. On my dad’s side, I’m Mexican, German, and native Mexican (of the Yaqui tribe, specifically). On my mom’s side, I’m Irish, Scottish, Polish, and British. Her grandfather was also adopted, and nothing is known about his nationality, so there may be others mixed in there, too.
I love being a part of so many cultures. And, growing up, I especially loved the German and Mexican food my dad always made. Authentic Mexican food isn’t too hard to find here in Vegas. Authentic German food, however, is a different story.
So I was excited to find a new German restaurant a few blocks from my house. I was even more excited to discover it was a little hole-in-the-wall place. I’ve learned throughout my travels that those little places are infinitely better than the big franchises.
So I called my dad up, told him about the place, and asked if he and my mom wanted to have lunch there one day. We set the date for today.
I knew we’d found gold as soon as we walked in and were greeted by a gentleman with a thick German accent. We sat down, ordered our food, and talked a bit with the waiter, who also had a thick German accent.
The food was amazing. It had been a long time since I’d had real German food, and I’d forgotten how wonderful it is. Even the spawn tore into her cheesy spaetzle with much more enthusiasm than she shows with American mac and cheese. So freaking good.
I think that’s what I’m going to miss the most — the food. Coming from so many different cultures, food was always a big part of life. Whether it was German, Mexican, Irish, or Polish (if you want some amazing desserts, try Polish food), there was always something incredible and delicious to eat.
So I’m starting the process of getting the lap-band surgery, which will heavily limit what and how much I can eat. Food will no longer be as big a part of my life, no longer a part of my celebrations.
But my doctor and I agree that the surgery is the best option. The diets haven’t worked, the exercise hasn’t worked, and things aren’t getting any better. He says that sometimes that happens after childbirth, especially when the mother gains as much as I did. But according to my bloodwork, I’m completely healthy and shouldn’t be so overweight. My blood sugar, my cholesterol, my blood pressure are all exactly where they need to be. He tested for something that comes from fried food and certain starches, and there’s very little of that in my blood. He and I agree that I’m never going to be able to lose the weight on my own. Not without starving myself to the point of danger, anyway.
But at least the lap band can be taken out eventually, so there’s that. It’s not going to be easy, but I’m still excited about it. I’m going to finally be able to get rid of this weight and get back where I should be. It’ll still be another couple of months or so before I get the actual surgery (the surgeon wants to do his own bloodwork, there’s the consultation, a couple of psychological evaluations, a couple of seminars to tell me how and what to eat afterward, it’s a whole process), so now I have to work on my patience. I’m not a very patient person.