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The Convenience of Obesity

Welcome. You may have noticed this time around when you popped on to the olde cooking not cooking blog that you got a warning about Adult Content. Don't worry. I won't be posting any pix of Trump's wife or anything of a pornographic nature on this blog. It occurred to me that children are getting more tech savvy at an increasingly younger age. It also occurred to me that I say fuck.  Like, a lot. So. There you have it.

I'm going to start off by saying this. I'm not a doctor. I'm not a nutritionist. I'm not a trainer. In short there is absolutely no reason to take any of what follows as anything but the rantings of someone who's figured some shit out in his 44 years on this floating hunk of space rock.

Now the meat of it.

It's easy to be fat.

It's stupidly, ridiculously easy to be fat in our society. By 'our society' I mean what is sometimes called Western Civilization. Not only is it easy to be fat, I would venture to say it's encouraged.  Now as I stated earlier, your mileage may vary, but for me--it's clearly easy to see that it's much more convenient to be fat than it is to be healthy.

I live in a little pocket where I have a short walk to some great restaurants, yet I frequently find myself ordering delivery. Which winds up being twice as expensive and since you can't order single servings when you order delivery, I almost always wind up over eating because it's there.

Our fast pas

*ANNNNNNNNND Cue Time Looping Sequence*

Frequent visitors to this blog will notice that I have a pattern. Sometimes I will write something, get annoyed with it, and then come back to it later after it's had a chance to simmer in its own juices.

This post is no exception. I started this post after participating in another 'get off your ass and get healthy in X days' challenge.  I lost. Not because I wasn't capable. But because I didn't track my points.

Mainly because I didn't really want a barometer.  That's the part that felt fake to me.  I was diagnosed in December with diabetes. So. That was my wake-up call. My A1C numbers (I think that's the right term) were just over the hump from pre-diabetic to diabetic. So they put me on pills to control my blood sugar.  And I was given very strong dietary guidelines of what kinds of foods I should and shouldn't be eating. One of my no-no foods was pizza. I could tell right away we were going to have a problem. You can, with almost scientific precision, determine the kind of week I have had overall by how many pizza boxes are stacked on my stove waiting to be thrown in to the dumpster.

This week has been kind of a peach. I won't tell you how many boxes. Because it doesn't matter. The point is...there was a moment of abject terror where I thought I was going to have to completely turn my eating habits on their ear (again) because of this diabetes thing.

And the truth is, that's exactly what I SHOULD have done.

But I didn't. Instead, they gave me a pill. Three months later my A1C is down a whole point. Back in to pre-diabetic land.   Am I going to stop taking the meds? No. That would be foolish (for now). Besides, it's easy to get wrapped up in the notion that a pill is going to fix things.  It's convenient.

The motivation isn't there right now. I know it should be. But part of me is kind of beat down by how easy it is to be fat. You can have things delivered. You can take a pill. You can order your groceries online and just go pick them up. You don't even need to get out of your car now. be fair....that might be the way to go.  I have be honest. I don't so much mind the cooking for one.  But the shopping for one? That shit is depressing.  Buying things that are single serving size actually cost more. It's sad, but it is cheaper for me to buy the "regular" size products and throw the leftovers away.

I'll snap out of this. I know I will. Just a little funk. Or rather a chunky funk.  But not chunky monkey...never was a fan of that flavor.

There's more I have to say on this, I'm sure, but Top Gun is on and I'm a sucker for the Navy's single best recruitment video of all time.

Don't worry, we'll talk soon. And to the new people, welcome. Oh...yeah...that's right...there appears to be a little bit of an up-tick in traffic to the blog. Which is cool.

Alright peeps, have a great rest of your evening. Let's get together for lunch tomorrow.



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