Fasting from Fast Food
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Eating wise, today was a little bit better. Instead of being so hungry that I could eat a horse, I just nibbled on a little donkey instead. And, like an ass, I stubbornly refuse to completely admit guilt in this weight problem I have. Denial is not a river in Africa, it is a tiny creek that I have found my way up only to find that I have lost the paddle.
Who can get me out?
I guess I literally have to pull myself up by the bootstraps and tug, tug, tug until I get this thing down. Losing weight will truly mean taking one tiny baby step for me, one giant leap for my lifetime.
My first baby step is more like a funky chicken step, a funky fried chicken dipped in honey mustard sauce and one step away from making me salivate step. A buy it at KFC, Popeye's, McDonald's, Hungry Howie's, Dick's Wings, step away from the glistening, well-seasoned chicken step. For the next three weeks, I aim to fast from fast food. Hopefully, as I climb out of the valley of the shadow of poor health, I'll start to feel more energetic, more clear, and more full of life.
Here's to learning to eat to live and not the other way around,