I had a physical a few weeeks ago. My doctor said I appeared sad. A little, I said. She said, no wonder. You stopped drinking and smoking back in October because of your heart problem. You went on a diet and lost 30 pounds. You watch what you eat since. And you were just divorced so you are without sex.
You have no crutches in life! They are all gone!
She was right!
I decided to do something about it. The question was what?
Drinking and smoking were no good for the heart. Could very well lead to my death.
Sex is not that easily obtainable. Especially at 75. Nor easily doable.
The only viable alternative was food!
So I have been on an eating jag!
Absolutely teriffic! Has done wonders for my state of mind. I feel good!
But not without a penalty. Everything good is ok in moderation. To overdue bad. I have been bad. About 15 pounds worth and a bit of a gut!
It has to stop. I have to return to sad. Today is the day. Healthy eating begins again!
As an example of how bad I have been eating, yesterday I had lunch at Hogfish. Not fish. Liver and onions fried in oil. Delicious! Should have added a few extra exclamation points! That good!
For dinner, Chinese. All that salt or whaever it is! And I did it all! Egg drop soup, egg foo yong, pork fried rice, egg roll and ice cream. Plus a fortune cookie, of course.
It was the fortune cookie that put me over the top! Ho ho!
Some one commented yesterday to my blog regarding eggs benedict on Sunday. Accused me of not eating healthy. The commentator was absolutely correct! I have been on a binge. It has been fun. I enjoyed every morsel!
But today I stop. I hope.
I will be sad. But I will live longer.
That is, unless I get hit by a car. Then the dieting and deprivation will have been for naught.
I am reminded of a big fat comedian of yesteryear. His name escapes me.
He was on the Johnny Carson Show. He had just returned from a one month stay at Duke University. Duke had a rice program in those days that did wonders for the obese. He sufered through it for a whole month.
On the plane back to New York, he opted to eat. They fed you in those days. He ate everything. And because he was a celebrity, they gave him more. And he knocked down a couple of drinks.
When the food on the plane first came around, he thought for a moment. He should not indulge. Then it occurred to him. The plane could go down. He might die. Then what difference would his not eating have made!
So he ate!
I hope my mind does not work that way.
Enjoy your day!