A Moment of Clarity from the Author

I don’t believe that one must announce things to the world to make them stick.  Thus I hesitate to post this tidbit about my choice to change certain modalities that apparently run my life.  But my readers get many of my salient life moments so here goes another one.

I love food.  Man do I love food.  Most of my friends and associates in life would describe my passion for food as Emeril like.  Unfortunately, I learned some very poor eating habits growing up. This is not blame but fact. My mom always cooked enough food for a small army…thus, portions were always massive and reloads plentiful.  My dad could eat like a horse, and Sunday dinner can be explained in the following manner:  Eat ’til the bursting point, go lay on the couch and talk about how good it was, while mom cleans up the kitchen.

However now at age 34, at 6’1" and 250lbs, I do not love the way I feel.  My back hurts, my belly is big, and I can’t keep up with my little kids.  Self-image is fine here so I’m not making changes to look better.  My driving forces are my genetics and my family. 

I carry my weight pretty well and most say, "You don’t look that big" (subconscious takes over and goes for the creme brule)…but that’s not the point anymore.  This is about not waiting until the first heart attack or something else to make me eat less and move more. This is about being here for my family as long as possible.  This is about counteracting my genetic predisposition to cancer, diabetes, and heart disease.  This is about a wife that loves me and needs me.  This is about 2 angels delivered from heaven that worship the very ground that my overly large body envelopes.  This is about conquering one of the last items that still conquers me.  I’ve grown so much through the years but this piece still vexes me and I’m done with it.  I just don’t see how I can live to my fullest or perform to the level that I must when I’m ensnared by my next meal. 

There are no extremes here.  Life and food are meant to be enjoyed…but like many other things, I believe moderation is the best choice.  So don’t be surprised if you see me order a 6oz filet, with fresh steamed asparagus, and a wedge salad with the dressing on the side for dipping (versus the coated indulgence that typically graces this work of art).

I will never stop enjoying the finer things in life…I’ll just stop acting like every meal I eat is the last meal I’ll ever eat. 

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