Thanks for stopping by, Andrea, and glad to see you're back from your trip
No, I'm not actually Italian (as far as I can tell, almost entirely English with a touch of Irish, but most of my ancestors arrived in Australia pre-20th century), my mother just acts like it sometimes! The old stereotype about mother's love being through cooking... she shows that and then some. Particularly as this is the first time I've been in Australia in nearly two years and she knows damned well I can't afford to eat as well as she'd like me to (and I choose to spend less money than she think is reasonable because I'm trying to make my money last!). Her little girl has returned... the family's all together... etc etc. (This isn't to say I don't appreciate it- I do- but she's showing love in a lot more ways than her cooking, and even love= cooking doesn't necessarily mean love= a cake a day, which it was for the first couple of weeks)
The lentil stew is a bit of a chuck together, which is just the way mum does things, I'm afraid. My recollection was a generous amount of oil (well, more "(insert expletives here), Mum, would you like some stew with your oil?!"- I'd reduce the amount of oil I used), a large onion chopped up and sauteed, a couple of teaspoons each of ground cumin and ground coriander seeds, maybe about a cup of red lentils (I guesstimate? Mum just tipped it in until she thought she had enough), not sure how much water, 2-3 potatoes (can't remember I'm afraid), about 3 carrots, 2 zucchini, a broccoli, and a bit of frozen mixed veg (a cup or two?). She also made it before chucking in some leftover taco sauce, and that worked too. But it really was just "throw it all together and see what happens", which is pretty much what I'll be doing when I get back- I'll write it all down and report the results. (This produced about 10 serves, by the way, and it gets significantly better as leftovers. I love cheap leftover fodder)
I know what you mean about weight being stored in one area over another. I've noticed it as my weight was going down, that once I got out of the "overweight" category as my weight goes, the weight really stopped coming off my top half (or came off very slowly) and really started to concentrate more on my problem areas. And now (I'm sure I've put on some weight, I've been eating pretty badly for a month) the vast majority of my weight gain seems to be in my bum and thighs, and only a little in my stomach. Don't you wish you could spot train and get it off exactly where you wanted?
I think that's the phrase for my diet at the moment: "lost the plot". I'm doing a lot of things I know are bad due to the food environment around me. I'm not mega-super-binging, but I'm eating bread and cheese and desserts along with the rest of my family, trying to keep the portions down (at least some of the time- particularly with my tooth the way it is I
am going a little overboard with the ice cream... but I hurt

). But the thing is, I know I can get back on track. I'm not ruined or poisoned or anything and doomed to be big forever (I'm not big right now, I'm just being pseudo-melodramatic to make a point). I know exactly why I'm putting on weight, I know exactly how to change it, and I know I have the structure (in England), set up, and skills set to change it. It's not that I don't care, but... it's not the end of the world. It can and will be fixed. I'm still in control (or at least I will be when I'm back in my place cooking my own food).
Oh, and thank you

We are very happy, but in many ways it's been a long time coming and a hard road for both of us. Everyone has their own ups and downs- I don't believe in karma and some people are luckier than others, but I like to look to the positives in my own and other's lives. Particularly for my own life, it makes everything a hell of a lot easier.