I need to start eating more carrots, I think

I’ve developed a technique, that I haven’t exactly patented yet, which involves using my fingers in a coordinated effort to dip both ends of a french fry into a small vat of buffalo sauce. I have mastered the art of unfolding the burrito at Chipotle to pour in more hot sauce and put it back together again correctly so it doesn’t collapse into a total mess. I can eat hot wings without leaving a trace of meat and I enjoy cheese steaks with mayo and hots. I can toss a cheese ball in my mouth without paying attention. Girl Scout cookies don’t come in enough rows.

I love to eat. I also make poor choices.

My body responds to these terrible habits accordingly and so I keep a BJ’s sized bottle of Tums near my bed.

Last month, while getting ready for my company Christmas party, I slid myself into my suit pants. Okay, the real truth is that I didn’736097007324__25332.1405481689.1280.1280t slide anything. I jumped up and down and pulled. The pants groaned over my thicker thighs and then gave in. I felt like a sausage in its casing. I didn’t even want to attempt to bend down for fear of blowing out my backside. Then, with both hands, I pulled each pant flap towards each other. It was like trying to squeeze a hand grip exerciser, and after a minute, I managed to work the button through the hole. The pants creaked and stretched.

The button held. Whew. If it didn’t, I was going to the fancy party in sweats and a t-shirt.

I put on the suit jacket and could feel it straining across my back. I complained a little to my wife, who happened to be watching the whole scene unfold.

“Honey, I’m thinking I need to lose a little weight.”

“Only if you think you should, dear.”

Some people can resist the allure of a set of Pumpkin Pancakes with the melted butter and sweet cinnamon taste. I cannot.

Some people can resist the allure of a set of Pumpkin Pancakes with the melted butter and sweet cinnamon taste. I cannot.

“Stop, you know I’ve been gaining weight. You’re just being nice.”

“Maybe you’re right. It wouldn’t hurt you to eat healthier. I’m not buying you new jeans and pants in a larger size. Suits are expensive too and that’s a nice one. I’d hate to have to buy a new one.”

“See? You have noticed.”

“Sure but I like to wait for you to notice. You ready to go? Don’t forget to pick up the hostess gift lying over there.”

“Sorry but err, I can’t.”

So, as can frequently happen at the turn of the year, I’m dieting again. I don’t like to call it a – DIET – <GASP>. It should be referred to as a “lifestyle change”, right? I’m going to permanently change how I eat and lose the weight and work out and yoga and jog and do Zumba and help the elderly and practice juggling. [pull_quote_right]Bill Szczytko ran 11.9 miles with Nike.
I tried for 12 miles today but only did 11.9! I’ll hit it again tomorrow!
[/pull_quote_right] I’m going to attach the Nike and Fitness Pal and Fitbit apps to my Facebook account and make all of my friends jealous and angry with my progress. I’ll paint a white shirt different colors and run half marathons. Maybe, I’ll quit eating meat and start shopping at Whole Foods. I’ll thumb my nose at the food establishment while engorging myself on kale and shakes.

I, however, am a realist. It comes from being on this merry-go-round of eating for the last 41 years. Graduated college – heavy. Lost the weight. Got married – heavy. Saw the birth of my son – heavy. Lost the weight, again.

I quit smoking more than 14 years ago. It was a stupid thing that I started doing back in college. I’m sure you all did stupid things back then too so don’t judge. Quitting smoking wasn’t as hard to do as leaving the cheese steaks and fries in the kitchen.

I love fried food. Ice cream. I really really wish I loved vegetables and healthy stuff but the sad fact is, I don’t, certainly not as much as the crappy stuff. I’m envious of those friends who see a plate of carrots or a plate of brownies and go orange.

I’ll lose the weight over the next few months. I’ll keep it off for a while. Then life will get funny and I’ll give in and forget. I’ll overeat and be right back where I started. I’m not saying it’s okay, I’m just saying that at 41, I’ve grown accustomed to some things.

I necarrotsed to start eating more carrots, I think.

Ehh, maybe tomorrow.



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  • Aptdoctor

    What Bill said. I can totally relate; when it comes to weight, I’m a lost and found department with legs. I’m still warming up to the fact that I’m fat because I’m fat, not because of anything else. And I haven’t fully accepted that until losing weight is better than being fat. I’ll stay fat!
    On Seth Godin’s blog this morning, he talked about comfort zones and what we’re willing to do to get out of it and how we can turn that into our new habit. And now your post . . . Clearly the Universe is talking to me – perhaps it’s getting through . . . Thanks for the post!

    • Thanks for stopping by, Doug. I agree about comfort zones, of course, but it’s more than that with food. Trying other food is great but I’m hard pressed to find food that’s good for you that I like better than the garbage I eat.

      Fat is only relative, Doug. I’m not weight loss guru but sometimes the little things are enough (no regular soda, drink lots of water) Good luck, sir.