Friday, April 05, 2013
Well, it happened. My poor eating habits have led me to the hospital. "Minor cardiac episode" is what they called it. It all went down yesterday afternoon into last night. And I am still here for testing and observation. Heart disease runs in my family, but still I have no one to blame but myself.
While I have actually been better lately and generally eat more sensibly than I used to, I can still be a real animal, a dog, when it comes to certain junk foods. I sniff it out, get a taste for it, and then keep coming back to it until I feel almost ill. That's no way to eat. And it certainly is far removed in substance and quantity than the low-caloric, healthy meals they have feeding me in this joint.
I am embarrassed and ashamed. And while I can certainly point the finger at genetics, I cannot deny the fact that my poor eating habits, sporadic but dreadful at times, clearly contributed to the chest pains that led me here in an ambulance.
I am not only out of excuses, I am also out of choices. Eating right, while keeping up the exercise routine, is now my only alternative.