FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE,
I RESOLVE TO PAY ATTENTION TO MY HEALTH
From the
time I was little, I ate whatever I wanted in whatever quantity made me feel
full.
It’s a long
story – one that will be told on this blog sometime in 2020 – but suffice to
say my mom was severely mentally ill and often abusive.
In her rare
times of being lucid and contrite, she would cook an insane amount of food for
me as a way of saying sorry.
A little
kid, barely 5, would be served enough lasagna, garlic bread, veal cutlet and
cake to feed a crew of Olympic swimmers in training.
Fruits and vegetables were rarely on the dinner table.
Thus began a
century of associating 5,000+ calorie days with being loved.
Feeling
down, eat an entire pizza.
Celebrating
something great, get $300 worth of food from a $100 gourmet brunch.
I turned 55
in 2019 and by the end of the year, decided that maybe another round of buying
bigger pants, shirts and belts…was not the answer.
So I am on
my journey.
Healthy
eating and exercising seems as exotic and faraway to me as the images of
Marrakech, Morocco displayed at the top and bottom of this page.
But day by day, I am getting used to shopping healthy, cooking healthy, eating healthy.
But day by day, I am getting used to shopping healthy, cooking healthy, eating healthy.
Wish me luck
as I add some healthy moderation to my life.
