Food For Thought

 

Found this article interesting. The way we eat could influence climate change.

https://www.yesmagazine.org/planet/climate-change-veggie-burger-20190626

Incidentally, Yes! Magazine is a good place to find some positive articles about people doing positive things, for a change, whenever you need a break from all the bad, negative news. Although, I must warn my Conservative readers out there, it does lean to the left a bit.

We all must do our part to combat climate change in whatever way we can. Consider this as one possible way.

 

For the Next Generation

New Weight-Loss Program

 

About a year ago, I wrote about my resolution to lose some weight this year, crediting global warming as my motivation. I simply don’t wish to spend any more blazing Texas summers carrying all this additional poundage on my aging, weakening body. I know it’s weakening; just pick up a 50-pound bag of anything and carry it with you everywhere for over 30 years, and see if it doesn’t wear you down a bit.

Well, friends, at this point, I can report only marginal success, but I’ll take it over nothin’. Not due to any change in diet or exercise habits, mind you, but to a new medication I take to lower my A1C level, (ask a diabetic) that also serves as something of an appetite suppressant. So, yay, I’m still losing weight without having to really do anything.

After a recent doctor visit, though, the need to exercise and make a few dietary changes has come into sharper focus, and I find I have to be more of an active participant in the improvement of my health, or face some rather harsh consequences.

Rats. I kept hoping that, by now, we would be medically advanced enough to have a pill that, when taken, would just melt the pounds right off and, when taken regularly, would keep ‘em off. Guess I can’t depend on science for everything. Oh, well…

 

I just read a post from a fellow blogger whose work I enjoy, and it reminded me that, as this year draws to a close and a new one rapidly approaches, I have some other weight to work on losing, as well.

I don’t like to brag, but I hold a tenth-degree Black Belt in the discipline of not letting go of my past. No, really.

Every time I’ve screwed up, every reprimand I received, every time I was ridiculed and laughed at…oh, I have a trophy room full of them, folks.

Now, that…is some excess weight. Along with the 50-pound bag, I’m dragging a ship’s anchor. It’s a wonder I can even walk.

Before you go thinking this is some “poor, poor me”, Gloomy Gus soliloquy, trust me; I know where the blame lies. The universe didn’t do this to me.

Well, mostly not. It did see fit to bless me with the precious gift of depression, the gift that certainly keeps on giving. And that adds a degree of difficulty to my Olympic routine, judges.

I have been seeing a therapist this year, but any progress I feel I’ve made can easily be erased in a single bad situation that reminds me I’m still a long way from better, like the hopeful skier having one disastrous run on the slope.

It occurs to me, I’m at a physical and mental crossroad, and I can really no longer afford to f*** around with either. Not anymore.

I’ve learned many things this year, to be sure, from my therapy and from the wisdom of some insightful, inspirational bloggers.

But, you know, anybody can learn $#!t. What matters is what they do with it.

So, now begins the hard part of doing. It’s gonna be tough, but worth it, I hope. I’ll let you know how it goes. Wish me success.

Happy New Year, everybody. Please celebrate responsibly. Come back and see me next year.

 

 

Note to Self

 

Shame on you.

You fat son of a —–.

You’ve been this way for most of your adult life, and evidently, you don’t care. Because if you did, you wouldn’t continue this slow suicide you’re committing.

Every day you drag all this excess weight around puts more wear and tear on your heart, your joints, and your self-respect.

You already have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, high triglycerides, and Type 2 diabetes. You looking to add to that resume? Heart attack? Stroke? Cancer?

You know better. You’ve gone through enough weight loss programs and read enough information to know the right things to do to get healthy. You know you need to eat better. You know you need to exercise.

And yet, here you are. On the couch, mindlessly working your way through another bag of chips as you watch TV.

OK, so you don’t care about yourself; whatever. I know you even eat the way you do sometimes out of nothing more than pure self-hatred, and you’re punishing yourself by what, and how much, you eat.

And, yeah, you’re depressed most of the time, so you generally don’t give a f— what kind of shape you’re in. I get all that.

But do you not care about the ones in your life who you love and who love you and want you to be around as long as you can? You can’t even care enough about them to make any kind of effort? How do you think they feel about that?

 

Think back to your childhood, sitting at the dinner table not eating your vegetables, listening to your mother tell you to “think of all the starving children in the world.”

Yeah, dude, think about them now. Think about them as you reach for a few more strips of bacon and another biscuit or two. Think about them as you plow through a slab of chicken fried steak the size of Rhode Island, smothered in cream gravy. Think about them as you stack slice upon slice upon slice of pizza onto your plate. Think about them as you serve yourself a second or third helping of mashed potatoes. As you consume diet soda by the gallon, because hey, it’s diet, what’s the harm, right?

And think of how privileged you are to live in a land where you can stuff yourself like a Thanksgiving turkey anytime you want. Where you can go to a restaurant and sit down to a plate of food that’s enough to feed at least two people, and shovel it all in without batting an eye. Then have the nerve to look around in judgment at all the fat asses surrounding you, wolfing down their onion ring towers and their monster burgers and their piles of chocolate dessert, and go tsk, tsk at their lack of control, their obvious absence of discipline.

Then think of the millions – yes, millions – of children in that same land, who go to bed hungry more often than not.  Think of how exponentially more of those there are worldwide. 795 million people – roughly 1 of 9 people in the world – do not get enough to eat.

Then think about how they’re not your problem, they’re someone else’s.

And, oh, yeah. Think about their malnourished, bony bodies as you stare at that double chin and that disgustingly large gut every morning in the mirror.

As you stare at the one man responsible for the sorry shape you’re in.

Shame.   Shame.    Shame. 

Gut Feeling

 

Well, friends and neighbors, it’s the start of another year, and we all know what that means:

Off…come…the pounds!

Right? Of all the resolutions made at the beginning of the year, that one is undoubtedly the one most often claimed.

I know I’ve got plenty to lose but, then again, I have for over thirty years, now.

Jeez, that’s depressing..

I know, things like diabetes and high blood pressure can be hereditary, but I also know, my lifestyle hasn’t exactly been replete with healthy choices. To wit: my weakness for snack foods and things fried, my predilection for second (third, fourth) helpings, my aversion (mostly) to fruit, my attraction to the easy convenience of fast food, my general distaste for anything resembling exercise.

And it’s always been a problem before to find motivation to lose the weight, and it gets harder the older I get, but I think now I have finally found the one thing to spur me to action:

Global warming.

As we keep reaching new record high temperatures every year, I am determined to not go through another scorching Texas summer dragging all this excess weight around. It just gets harder to take with each passing year.

I don’t know exactly how I’m going to accomplish this project at present, and I’m not soliciting any helpful advice, thank you very much. I just want to make you aware of this undertaking, and to encourage you to join me – those of you, of course, who need to – on the journey. Perhaps we can be each other’s cheerleader along the way.

Not each other’s judge, not each other’s disciplinarian, not each other’s shamer.

We don’t need any of you around.

I won’t attempt to coach anyone; I’ll simply share what works for me, (assuming I find something that does) and you can make up your own mind to try it yourself. We’ll praise each other’s progress, empathize with each other’s defeats, and become leaner and healthier versions of ourselves.

Good luck, compadres. That goes to all of you trying to achieve any resolution, be it weight loss, or something else.

I wish you all a very happy, healthy, exciting and fulfilling New Year. Live it.

And keep reading my blog! 😉❤️