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Ugochi Ukah: I Am What My Grandmother Ate

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Okay! So there is this popular saying – ‘You are what you eat’ and it has been trending for a while. It is also used as a health strategy to promote healthy eating and reduce overweight, and there have been different illustrations for this. The most interesting one I had come across was a drawing of two ladies, one as a slim carrot (depicting the healthy/vegetable eater) and the other in form of a round large doughnut (depicting the unhealthy/junk-food eater). Having always been paranoid about my weight and trying hard to avoid becoming a doughnut, I took this saying to heart a few years ago and decided to go on a diet, with the hope that I would lose some weight and look more like a carrot. So instead of my usual meals that are high in carbohydrates, I started having more of vegetables and fruits, and other meals with high fibre content.

On a particular warm afternoon during lunch time, I was famished because of the light breakfast I had that morning consisting of only a slice of wheat bread, a finger of banana and fat-free yoghurt. I hurried off to the staff common room, almost falling down the stairs, to grab my lunch from the refrigerator. As I sat down and opened my lunch box, I could not help but look disappointed at my unattractive meal. Although I had packed the lunch myself, the sight of the bland-looking Caesar salad almost made me lose appetite. Oh how I missed my former lunch packs of rice, chicken, crisps! I used to eat them with so much delight and even have a can of soda to wash the food down just before I began my diet. But with my new therapy then, that world seemed so far away as I began to chew my salad with no enthusiasm.

A huge man walked into the room and my eyes fell on his lunch as he sat down to eat. He was having a hamburger with fries and a soda awaited his belly on his table. I smiled as that used to also be one of my favourites but then, that must explain his big body size, I thought to myself. Curiosity got the better of me and my eyes strayed to the fit-looking lady sitting across from me and her lunch. From what I could see, she was having some type of vegetable soup made with celery, and carrots and she drank water from her bottle. Ooh, the carrot-type lady, I thought to myself again. The saying had to be true then – you are definitely what you eat. And so I started gaining more confidence and interest in my food until I got interrupted, “May I sit here please?” an Asian-looking lady spoke to me. “Sure” I replied, clearing off some items to make some space for her on the table. I could not help but notice how skinny she was as she sat down.

She began to off-load the contents of her bag on the table – a bowl of noodle soup, another with pork ribs, fried chicken, spring rolls, prawn crackers…you name it! It was just too much; it looked like she was having a feast that I had to continue creating more room for her whilst she continue putting more items on the table. Initially I had assumed that somebody else was coming to join her but that never happened. My eyes went wide as she continued eating alone and at some point I had forgotten that I also had my lunch to finish until she asked why I was not eating my food.

I could not hold myself any longer and so I asked her if she always ate such big meals and if so, how she had managed to remain not fat, as I tried to avoid calling her skinny. She laughed and said she could never get big no matter what she ate, “…you see, we’ve always been like this in my family. My great-grandma was like that, my grandmother is like this, my mother is also like me…” she continued happily “And I guess your daughter will also be like this?” I finished up her sentence in a scorning manner but her brain was probably too occupied with her food to notice or care. I left the common room that day with a heavy heart; it felt so disappointing to know that some people did not have to eat healthy to look healthy while some people strived hard and yet had nothing to show for it. Isn’t that how life is anyway? Sometimes some people work twice as hard but never achieve the results they want but for some, they never even have to work to succeed. After careful consideration, I came to the conclusion that “You are not ALWAYS what you eat; sometimes you are what life feeds you.” And so I decided to stop wasting my time and dumped my diet that very day.

I continued a pretty normal life, not thinking much about diet or my weight but with my new notion at the back of my head, until two years later when I attended a seminar on reproductive health. One the speakers had a presentation titled – You are what your grandmother ate. I chuckled when I saw the title as I thought it was quite funny but by the end of the presentation she had made some valid points. As a medical doctor with on a focus on genetics studies, her results and theory suggested that the fat cells of the baby developed while it was still in the uterus/womb and that the size of the fat cells that the baby acquired depended on what the woman ate. Now that baby, who might grow to be one’s mother someday would pass on similar genetic make-up which she had acquired on to her own child when she got pregnant and that child, could be you! Therefore, the fat cells in your body were originally determined by the first woman, your grandmother!

I had mixed feelings at the end of the seminar. First of all I was relieved because I now knew that I was not the cause of my problems – the thick skin which I had battled to shed for most of my life but I could not help feeling a little sad about what my grandmother had done to me. If only she had had some self-restraint and controlled her big appetite, I may have been like the Asian girl that I met two years ago in the common room. I decided forgive grandma especially because I knew that she had meant no harm and I loved her. Besides, she was long gone resting with her ancestors and practically, there was nothing I could do about it!

Photo Credit: Dreamstime | Erik Reis

Ugochi V Ukah is a student and loves writing in her spare time; using sarcasm, humour and wit to relay her thoughts. Visit her blog for more stories at: www.ugochivukah.blogspot.com and follow her on twitter @vivio_gogo and IG: @ugochiukah

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