I’m a food person. A foodie, a glutton, a gourmand, whatever you want to call it.
I’m not a food snob either. I like hearty meals, some fast food, some high end stuff, some salads, some compilations of lard and meat and cheese that would end a person’s life in the right situation. I’ve dropped $300 on a meal at a top restaurant in Las Vegas while equally enjoying the $10 In ‘n’ Out burger the same week.
This morning, it’s a sort of Greek feta bruschetta, on hard-boiled and sliced eggs instead of bread.
It is phenomenal, but as I’ve discovered, it’s had the secondary effect of being nasally available from across the room. The combination of red onion and two types of olives, plus that gorgeous feta, is still on my teeth and tongue three hours later, in spite of two teeth scrubbings and a thermos full of coffee.
My office partner is probably ecstatic to be out on field work today.
The thing is, I don’t mind. I love the taste of onions and Greek food and it’s like a re-experiencing of my new favourite breakfast every time I lick my teeth.
I’m sure it’s horrifying for those around me, but screw them. What a wondrously simple meal to create such a delectable effect.
All of this has an undoubtedly unhealthy effect on my system, but that’s why I try and balance. At three meals a day, seven days a week, if I splurge on 2-3 of them with unhealthier stuff, it seems to work out, as long as the in-between is lean proteins and vegetables.
The trick is keeping the blood sugar up, and finding things that create enough taste to not grow sick of it, and suffer deep cravings for something better.
And that’s why I’m still pushing 200 lbs (though admittedly down from my worst at 214).
Does slow and steady win the race in weight, or is my meandering slide not reversing the damage to my liver fast enough?
Dramatic changes are needed.