Geek Soap Box

I think it’s no secret that I love the finer things in life — a little massage here, a thousand (or two) DVDs there.  This naturally extends towards my diet as well, where — as a live-alone bachelor — I must say it has degenerated into awfulness.

Pizza with extra cheese and meatballs, hero sandwiches, White Castle, lots of rich and bad prepared foods.  Even when I cook, it’s with excess and taste as the primary motivating factor: a juicy ribeye steak with a baked potato loaded with sour cream and butter, baked chicked slathered with mayonnaise and then breaded.  Why add a pat of butter when a large dollup will make it even better?

This must change, because this weekend my gall bladder decided to send a message to its owner on the Emergency Broadcast System.  From searing acid and stabbing back pain to fever/chills/aches, I had it all, and it was ugly.  Only now, after approximately 36 hours (and one current day off from work) am I starting to get back onto my feet.

I have always joked that I would rather live a short, fat, happy life than a long, healthy one.  But let’s face it, for all the talk and the hyperbole, that’s just what it is.  I want to live a long, fruitful, and productive life, and to do that I have to start eating a proper diet.  At the least, my current path will likely lead me to adult-onset diabetes (I have the classic large-gut marker for it already) and at worst…well, it would suck.  And besides, who knows?  A slim and trim TSL might be a well-laid TSL!

So yeah, like to indulge and not big on the whole moderation thing?  Try feeling as if your body was burning from the inside out and it might change your mind.