IS GLUTTONY, OVER-EATING BAD? Hear the answers from an 'expert'

MEET "GILBERT GRUB," EXPERT AT OVER-EATING, GLUTTONY AND LOVING FOOD

MORE HONEST EXAMPLES OF EATING, OVER-EATING AND GLUTTONY

SADLY, EATING HAS BECOME A PASSTIME. A HOBBY, OF SORTS. SOMETHNG TO DO WHILE WAITING ON A BUS. TRAIN. OR JUST KILLING TIME.
SADLY, EATING HAS BECOME A PASSTIME. A HOBBY, OF SORTS. SOMETHNG TO DO WHILE WAITING ON A BUS. TRAIN. OR JUST KILLING TIME.
"HMMM, WHAT CAN I HAVE NOW THAT WILL MAKE ME BIGGER? LET'S SEE . . .DOUGHNUTS, CORN STICKS, CHOCOLATE BARS, BREAD STICKS...CHOICES. CHOICES."
"HMMM, WHAT CAN I HAVE NOW THAT WILL MAKE ME BIGGER? LET'S SEE . . .DOUGHNUTS, CORN STICKS, CHOCOLATE BARS, BREAD STICKS...CHOICES. CHOICES."
THIS IS LIVING. SAYS THIS OVEREATER WHO IS TEMPTING FATE WITH THIS PLATE OF SPAGHETTI THAT WOULD FEED A PARTY OF TEN.
THIS IS LIVING. SAYS THIS OVEREATER WHO IS TEMPTING FATE WITH THIS PLATE OF SPAGHETTI THAT WOULD FEED A PARTY OF TEN.

LOVING FOOD,

LOVING TO EAT

are not, in themselves, harmful. Fatal. Deadly. But a constant, dedicated loyalty to both can lead to harmful diseases such as diabetes. And deadly attacks from clogged arteries and high blood pressure.

Seemingly, in some areas of the United States, people have this magnetic-attraction to loving food and seeing just how much food they can 'shovel down' their throats. Whatever happened to moderate eating? Sensible portions? Eating like a civilized human being? Huh?

We even glamorize over-eating and border-line gluttony on television with a hit-show called "Man Vs. Food," with Adam Richman, a man who goes about the country taking on food-challenges which is nothing more than a series of glamorized competition eating. And the Nathan's Fourth of July Hot Dog Eating Contest, don't get me started.

After you read this somewhat comical hub, that does have some truth in it, you can make up your own mind as to if you agree with the hub and the views of the guy, "Gilbert Grub," who talks about his love for food and love for eating.

I respect your intelligence.

"Hello, my name is 'Gilbert Grub,'

and I love food. Love to eat. And I want to talk to you, first-person, about my rather unhealthy lifestyle that some in our country would call 'dangerous,' 'unhealthy,' and 'gluttonous.' I hate to disagree, but there isn't a thing wrong with me. Just look at my photo above. I have just finished a seven-course meal in a fancy restaurant in Brooklyn, New York, and I am satisfied. Really full. As a tick. I love the feeling of being full to the brim. With food. Of every shape. Size. Texture. And taste. From raw oysters by the dozen to dozens and dozens of fresh, cream-filled dough nuts, I love it all.


I think that my 'love affair,' with food started when I was a baby. I came into this world weighing 12 pounds, six ounces. My mom stayed unconscious for days. As I grew, some say that my love for food began with being breast-fed. Well, one honest family member, my "Uncle Teddy," an outspoken, World War I vet, told me when I was eleven, that I ate from both of my mom's breasts--as soon as I had drained one, I would start on the other one. Teddy even said that mom laughed at my appetite. And so did everyone present when she breast-fed me. In the doctor's waiting room. Grocery store. Or in the city park. Mom loved me.


As time went by, so did my waistline. I weighed 188 pounds while in the fourth grade at a school who begged me not to mention in my lecture today. By fifth grade, I weighed a whopping 201 pounds. People loved to see me try to sit in my desk. I was such a distraction in class that my teachers had a big wooden chair for me to sit in near her desk. That was a loving gesture if you ask me. Pretty soon, and without me asking for it, I was nicknamed, "Grub," and with my first name, Gilbert, it was fitting for people to call me, "Gilbert Grub." I didn't mind. I just loved to eat. As many times in a day as possible.

I can say, with a clear conscience, that I was 'the darling of the lunch room,' for I was the only student who could juggle five plates of food. Finish them with the speed of a cheetah running down its prey. And return for more. The lunch room ladies thought I looked cute with my pudgy little legs digging and pumping to get up speed to return to the lunch counter. And they winked at my belly, that honestly, was bigger than most kids' bellies--it piled over my jeans that looked like they were going to rip at anytime. I loved to eat. And eat a lot. The only time I couldn't eat was during class. I cried to my mom who went to see my teacher, a Mrs. Bigsby, who was firm in her rule of 'no eating' in class. Mom always said that it was Mrs. Bigsby's stern nature that made me what I am today as an adult: overweight. A glutton. Dangerously-fat. But those are mere words. Opinions of a mortal. I love myself. I don't see "me" as any of these negative things. I say live and let eat.


Hey, I don't hurt anybody with my large passion for food. And eating. I cannot be what people want me to be. It was always like that in high school, which also begged to not be mentioned in my story. I was always known as 'Grub man,' "Food freak,' and a name that was really hurtful: "Cholesterol Kid." What a mean bunch of friends I had to contend with, but that didn't stop me from loving food. Eating the size of lunch that would feed three grown men. Sometimes my high school teachers who ate with my class would let me sit by myself. What an honor. I remember my tenth-grade history teacher, "Mrs. Overton," a nice, northern lady, and very persuasive. She told me that sitting alone--gorging down my seven plates of food didn't mean that I was not loved by my friends, but I was the "Prince of Peas," and "King of Kraut," as the said were my new names of honor. I didn't mind. I loved the extra elbow room. No one trying to sneak a free bite of my lunch(es).


Then my high school graduation rolled around. I was excited. I remember the day I graduated. It was on a hot Saturday in June. I was to walk the aisle that night at 7 p.m. sharp. But during the day, a few pals and I went 'restaurant hopping,' to celebrate "me" getting a diploma. After 14 years in high school. Something about my 344 pounds that hindered me from getting a regular education like the other students. That day was one to remember. We hit "Popo's Pizza on Beeker Street, where I alone, put away three-large pepperoni and sausage pizzas while my buddies laughed and bragged on me for being able to eat more than anyone in town. And they didn't lie. I could. Eat more than anyone in my hometown. Or towns nearby. Then we blew-into "Sasalitto's Spicy Sausage," and what a treat that was. I ordered an entire length of spicy Italian sausage with onions, peppers, six orders of large fries, complimentary wheat rolls, and three, two-liter Cokes for my eating pleasure. My buddies were not that hungry for some reason. I guess they 'couldn't hold their calories,' huh?


I barely fit into the specially-tailored graduation robe(s) my high school made for me to graduate in. I sweated like a dog who had chased a rabbit for ten miles. My shirt was sticking to my back. My slacks were dripping with sweat also. I had begged our principal, "Mr. Dowley," to just let me walk to the stage in my street clothes, but he said that I would stand-out too much. I laughed and said, "and this 366-pound frame won't?" Dowley was a good egg. He didn't look at me for being obese, but calorically-enhanced. I always thought that meant 'fat.' Good thing he didn't say I was fat for my dad, who topped the scales at 455 pounds, would have had to talk to him in private, if you know what I mean. My dad, also a food-lover, didn't want anyone calling his 'little boy,' fat.


My life after graduation, mysteriously went into a tailspin. I wasn't accepted into the colleges I had applied for. Some admissions offers told me in our meetings that it was a health issue and they couldn't be responsible. What had our country become? A socialist nation? A place where a slightly-overweight boy cannot get a college education? But even these numerous let-downs didn't get me down for my love of food that was steadily-increasing. When I felt depressed after a day of being told, "no, we don't have the proper facilities for people of your nature," I would heal myself with three or four cheeseburgers, three bags of chips and three, large banana splits. This always put me 'in the pink,' and ready for another day of trying to get into college.


But the years went by. And they were not kind at all. The only friend I had was food. And eating when I could to hide behind the disappointing life that I had been dealt. And to think back in my grade school and high school years of my teachers and guidance counselors telling me that I needed to 'slow down' with my eating or I would pay later on. What planet did they come from? I wrote off my track record of all-defeats to enter college as fate telling me to forget higher education and just get a good job. Make good money. Marry a sweet girl. Have a few kids. And retire like the happy man that I was.


Funny thing about fate. At every factory or business I applied for work, it was like applying for college all over again. It was, "no jobs today," and "we don't have the correct facilities for people of your shape," and friend, that begin to hurt my feelings. I felt unwanted. I never thought that I was that big. But the eyes of a stranger always sees more than our eyes, so I just stayed around home with my mom and dad--loving mealtime and all that mom could cook for me. Those were special times. Even the night I got choked on three baby back ribs that I had tried to eat at one time. We all laughed at my lack of judgement. Me, mom, dad, and the two EMT's who dislodged the ribs from my throat, which took some doing, for my skin around my face and neck was in layers. Hard to get around. But those EMT's knew their business. I owe them my life today.


As time went by, I would see a few of my school chums once in a while and see, by their nice suits and ties, that they had 'made it,' and I hadn't. Oh, they were compassionate and all. But leave it to one jerk in the crowd to say, "Grub, have you been sick? You looked swelled!" I knew that was their way of softening the blow of saying, "Grub, you are the biggest man I ever saw." But even that didn't stop me from my love of food.


Then that near-fatal day came. I was at mom and dad's home, taking one of my nine daily naps in the recliner (that dad had reinforced for me to sit in) when I began wheezing. Choking. Not breathing. But this time, not for trying to eat three baby back ribs. A new team of EMT's who revived me said I was having a near-fatal heart attack and a complete physical was needed. And there was no way I could get out of it.


The day of my physical was painful. Hurtful. And very-depressing to me. The doctor, a "Dr. Zane," was not friendly. At all. I thought he was having a headache. Or his wife was leaving him that made him so hostile, but it was like he said more than once, "I was a complete obese man and unless I took off a lot of weight, I was bound to die." Harsh words coming from a man who swore to preserve life.


Dr. Zane was very methodical. He outlined the tell-tale signs that told him (and the signs were not hard to spot) that I was overweight. Obese. And nearing a meeting with the Grim Reaper.


My Symptoms were . . .


  • Wheezing and not breathing like a normal person
  • Laboring to get up from a sitting position
  • Sweating profusely when walking across the room
  • Laboring to make a step at a time
  • My stomach hanging over my pants top causing the buttons on my shirt to pop off
  • Swelling in my feet, hands, and neck
  • Blood pressure was off-the-chart....HIGH
  • Cholesterol levels were so high, it was a miracle I was still alive.

I was glad that my physical was over. I did the right thing and shook Dr. Zane's hand. He had this look of pity on his face as I worked to make my way out of his office.


When I reached the lobby of the hospital, I noticed a scary figure standing in the corner near the snack room that I had intended to visit on my way out, but changed my mind. Quickly.


I didn't know who the figure was. Maybe the hospital employees were having a Halloween party. But in August?


Never did know why that guy was dressed in a black robe and carried what looked like a sickle that you use to cut wheat.




A DIAGRAM OF "GILBERT GRUB"

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picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

wow, so sad to me. important Hub.thanks..vote up!


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Melovy 4 years ago from UK

Kenneth, This is an interesting hub and sadly true to life. I recently read about a woman who seriously wants to be the fattest woman in the world and at 52 stone is deliberately trying to put on weight. The previous record was 114 stone, so she wants to beat that. She seems to think she can do so and remain healthy.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

picklesandrufus, sadly, this IS a concern that I have about myself--even at me just eating ONE meal a day. Ive never, since grade school, ate breakfast. Just lunch--at that time and a mild dinner/supper. Even now, I only eat breakfast on Sat. mornings. And a mild dinner. Im always concerned about being like Gilbert Grub in this story that I meant to open some eyes and know that a LOVE of food does NOT mean worshipping food to a point of having to EAT it compusively 24/7. Thanks for your comment and please, visit often.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, melovy...on purpose? With forethought? And intent? This woman WANTS to be THE,....never mind. Makes me edgy to repeat this. I cannot figure this one out. Why does she want this death-like state of life? Did she give a reason besides being a Guinness record-holder--I assume. I am sorry for people like her. And hopefully, with education and wisdom, there will be less people following the example of Gilbert Grub. Merry Christmas, my dear friend, melovy.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Oh Kenneth.. this scares me.. sometimes I don't want to eat.. because I do not want to be in this condition and look like that. but then I get hungry. and I do love to eat.... LOL..great HUB...


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Melovy 4 years ago from UK

Yes, she wants to be fat on purpose - she says that as well as for the record it’s to prove she can be healthy. The previous person died at 34. It’s vary strange. This is one of the UK taboid’s article on it.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2026964/Su...


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JamaGenee 4 years ago from Central Oklahoma

A friend told me about the woman who wants to become the "fattest woman in the world". WHY would anybody want this distinction? Last I heard, she was already 600 lbs+ and growing. Being that fat is NOT living! Despite her claims to the contrary, if she keeps it up she WILL die at at early age. Any takers to be a pall bearer at THAT funeral? Very sad.


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Pollyannalana 4 years ago from US

I have always had a question maybe you can answer Kenneth. Where do this people who couldn't possibly have a job get the money for all this food and to be able to be taken care of since they can't themselves? No one ever tells that and I always wonder. It is easy to get pounds over when you don't watch it but for people to knowingly want this is criminal; I think. If we are keeping them up maybe they can do some city work, volunteer, etc. Sounds fair to me and even if they move at a snail pace it has to be good for them. Great thing to bring to light. Voted up.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

I am guilty of loving to eat too, Deborah. Do not feel singled-out. But when I eat at my local Huddle House, I eat moderately. And have learned I can do this anywhere I eat. This is just like quitting cigarettes. Mental power and belief in one's self. Thanks, Deborah for your lively comment.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Melovy...I cannot read such an article. It burdens me down too much for any human being to willfully kill themselves a bite at the time--knowing that their arteries are being clogged up; heart is having to work three times as hard. To me, it is nothing short of pitiful. Thanks for the link.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, JamaGenee...haven't heard from you in a long time. 600 pounds? Wow. I have the first-edition of the Guinness Book of World Records somewhere here in my house, and at that time, a Robert Hughes, now deceased, weighed 1200 pounds and held the world's record for being the world's fattest man. He had to be buried in a piano crate--hoisted into his grave by a construction crane. Such misery. All for a name. Sad.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

I have to agree, Pollyannalana! You drive home a great point. Why should the working class, taxpayer keep these people up, as you say, by actually indirectly paying them through the government to buy food by the ton and eat it as fast as they get it. Maybe SOME have mental troubles, but NOT all. Thanks for your enlightened comment. Appreciate it.


Sueswan 4 years ago

Hi Kenneth,

A very sad but a great and important hub about the dangers of overeating.

Gilbert is an emotional eater.

Do you only eat one meal a day my friend?

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Also you should not go more than 4 hours without eating.

Example:

Breakfast - 7:00 a.m.

Healthy Snack - 10:00 a.m

Lunch - 12:00 p.m.

Healthy Snack - 2:00 p.m.

Supper/Dinner - 5:00 p.m.

Voted up and awesome.

Take Care


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

1:14 a.m., cst, 12/17

DEAREST Susan, thank you so very much for the warm comment and votes. Yes. I only eat once a day. When I was very young, in grade school, I tried eating breakfast and would instantly become so nauseated that I would have to visit the bathroom to vomit. I learned early on that eating early was NOT for me. And eating in our "prison" LOL, lunchroom at the grade school I attended was a forced-issue...a had-to deal. So I gagged -down those awful lunches. As I grew older....suppper became my favorite meal and on Saturday mornings...the proverbial American breakfast: toast, eggs, bacon maybe sausage, biscuits and black coffee...oh how I loved then and now, my black coffee...and supper too. I guess I was born abnormal. I cannot figure out, for the life of me, why I was this way. And now Im too tired and old to waste any more brain cells. LOL. What a mystery hub, huh???? You take care, DEAR Susan and have a great weekend. Kenneth


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JamaGenee 4 years ago from Central Oklahoma

Aside from the woman who's committing suicide-by-food at taxpayer expense and those with *true* eating disorders that result in morbid obesity, I think how much and how often one eats is a personal choice geared to one's own metabolism and activity level. A person who's mostly sedentary requires far fewer calories than a person who's physically active all day, every day.

As for eating every 4 hours, if that were the case I'd be dead years ago OR suffering from severe malnutrition OR another serious disease, none of which is true in my case.

I've never been a breakfast eater, for reasons similar to Kenneth's. My main meal is what Brits call "tea", around 4:00 in the afternoon. Maybe not even that much. Many days I'll have a salad at midday and an entrée at "dinnertime", then snack on unbuttered, unsalted popcorn during the evening. Any more and I'll feel "stuffed" and uncomfortable. This makes me a really cheap dinner date. An appetizer and a beverage and I'm good!


Sueswan 4 years ago

Hi Kenneth,

I try to eat every 4 hours because it works for me.

I respect the fact that this way of eating doesn't work for everbody as you and JamaGenee have pointed out.

Have a good day. :-)


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, JamaGenee....you have some solid points in your comment. Like today, I ate chocolate gravy...a devilish-caloric-haven for me. But I do not eat this everyday. I treat myself psychologically now and then. But as for regimented meals, I cannot cope with those. Even at our once-family holiday dinners, I ate one time. And let that be that. My late mom and dad came from the 'old (and WONDERFUL) school," and never wanted children or anyone to leave their home at anytime, hungry. They would insist on me eating more, and many times, I did. That didn't kill me. But I was once severaly-overweight in my mid-20's and I never want to be that again. It IS up to the person how they eat and with Sueswan, her eating schedule works for hers. And your schedule works for you. People are different. Arent you glad? And I thank you for this comment/discussion. I hope you have a safe and happy weekend. Visit often.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

DEAREST Susan, your eating schedule is interesting. I may give it a shot. I have nothing to lose. Oh, I forgot to share this....a few years back, my appendix ruptured and had been ruptured for a long time and I didn't know it...had to undergo emergency surgery, but when I got home after a 10-day hospital stay, I lived on V8 juice day in and day out....I felt great. Looked great, but one problem....I became addicted to V8. Believe that? Only me could have this kind of 'tomato on my back,' with jars and jars of V8 in my refrigerator. I think I need to at least, try to modify my eating habits. I may live longer and that means MORE time on Hubs and more time with you and my followers. Yep. That's my plan. Have a great weekend, DEAR Susan! Thanks for the comments.


JinnyMarte 4 years ago

Very good subject you discuss here my dear friend. I know for a fact that this is a very serious matter and that many have encounter themselves at this point or situation in their lives. This is something that goes beyond physical and indeed affets the psychological and emotional sides of a person. This is a very informative and interesting hub, well written and very awesome.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

12/17/2011

Dear Jinny, thank YOU, DEAR Friend, for your wonderful and insightful comment. And I agree. Gluttony, obsesity and eating to just eat, there is MORE to this than meets general medicine. And YOU have touched on a legitimate area of study. To me, it's something that I need to do what I can to help as much as possible...along with my crusade to help the homeless in my area. Take care, Jinny. And visit me OFTEN.


V Qisya 4 years ago

Tis' an excellent hub! You're simply amazing! Take care, dear Ken.

Love, V


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dearest V, THANK YOU, DEAR FRIEND. That is so sweet. I am not worthy of your kindness, but I will work extra-hard to earn your confidence. Many thanks to you. I will do that. Take care. And YOU DO THE SAME.

Love, Kenneth


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mary615 4 years ago from Florida

As someone who has never had a weight problem, it's hard for me to relate. I feel bad for those who do try to lose weight and can't though. Where in the world do you find the great photos on your Hubs??? Hope you are feeling better these days.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Mary, you are so blessed at having a system where you don't gain weight. My late dad was like you. Ive saw him eat a plateful of eggs, fatback, four biscuits with gravy and syrup...a huge lunch and dinner....and LOSE weight. He was very blessed. Like you are, Mary. I find my arwork by just Googling the subject and see what comes up. Type what you are looking for in the box below the word Google and many times it will take you to what you need. I WAS feeling better when this hub was wrote, but today, I am just answering messages...Fibromyalgia and Neurohopy are cunning diseases...they trick you into thinking one day you can function and the next day they hit your hard. Im gonna hang in there. And fight as long as I can. But Mary, thank you, dear friend, for your comments,ideas and things you have said to me that made a difference in my life. And have a blessed CHRISTmas...Kenneth


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mary615 4 years ago from Florida

Hi, Kenneth, thanks for the info on photos. I do get most of mine from google, but yours are always so great. One of my daughters has Fibromyalgia, too. She manages, but it's tough sometimes. I hope you and yours has a blessed Christmas, too, my friend.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Mary,

You are most-welcome. Anytime. Thanks for your compliment on the photos...I try hard to get good photos because Hubs will tag them if they are not quailty. That is sad about your daughter having what I have. Tell her that she is on my prayer list. This is a painful mess. All the time. And it IS tough. I am struggling to get finished and take some time for Christmas. Thank you, Dear Mary, for all of your support and comments that cheer me up. You have a Merry Christmas also. Kenneth.


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The-BestMouseTrap 4 years ago from The heartland, USA

As usual Kenneth, interesting and informative, but sad hub. I must be from Pluto, I have never been able to eat breakfast, and all though I have tried to force my 5 kids (now grown) to east breakfast, they never did either as teens and adults. It must be something on our inherited metabolism.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, The-BestMouseTrap, thank you kindly for your uplifting comment that made my Dec. 20th morning. Overcast, camp and cool here where I live and I needed a comment like yours. And no, Ive not had any breakfast either. I don't know about why "I" have never like to eat that early. Like I said, it always made me sick. And who likes to be sick? Not me. Take care and I will check on you later.


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mizjo 4 years ago from New York City, NY

Kenneth, I am convinced that if Elvis hadn't gorged himself the way he did, he could still be entertaining us with his beautiful voice today. Gluttony feeds on itself, and is self-fulfilling. The stomach grows and grows and can hold more and more, ad infinitum until you see the Gilbert Grub in your diagram, if he hasn't already died. It is so disgusting and so pitiable.

Since the gluttonous person does not seem able to stop himself, maybe there should be 'anti-gluttony police' in public eateries? They could be paid from the money saved from the excess food that is not served to the eater.

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