Where I Am in Life is in My Food
about me that you, my valued-followers have never known (until this reading) is phenomenal if you think about it because my secret involves you too. Ta, da!
I found out that if a stranger were to ever wonder about where I belong in life, all they would have to do is watch the foods I eat. You can argue with me until sundown, but this is a subliminal social fact. I am so shocked that I do not know what to say next.
Calamari is really squid
hit me while on a family vacation in St. Augustine, Florida in the summer of 1995. I had never tried calamari, so I begged my wife and daughter for us to have dinner at an Olive Garden one night of our vacation.
And two days later, my request was fulfilled. The Olive Garden (at that time) in St. Augustine was a paradise for people who love food. We were all dressed "fit to kill." I do not know why. I am who I am wherever I am. But I was brought a plate of calamari and I proceeded, with some pessimism, to take a bite.
"What am I doing?" I asked my wife.
"Eating calamari," my wife replied as she mastered a fork wound-tight with a delicious noodle.
"Tastes like an eraser on a No. 2 pencil." I said and immediately stopped eating my calamari.
That set-off a long thought process of why was I even eating this food that was foreign to my colon? I am by my background a "meat and potatoes" man. Now does my headline make any sense to you?
I remember living in abject poverty when I was a kid. My dad was a sharecropper and mom stayed home to tend to the household duties. For meals, we ate vegetables. No meats to speak of. And sometimes, we ate whatever we could borrow from neighbors.
And after my dad good himself a good-paying job as a machinist a few years later, we still ate the same foods as we had eaten in poverty. Shouldn't we have adjusted our food choices by my dad's new job and more income?
Folks, this is
my breakfast and dessert after dinner. It is healthy and has the necessary nutrients that my body needs. And yes, it tastes great.
This used to be me
in years past. I went on this drastic diet in 1981 and lost 80 pounds, but I didn't lose the weight in a healthy manner. I only ate once a day and took a very strong diet pill at 10 a.m. every day and drank water all day long.
But at certain times, I would find myself binging on whatever food was in the house. Chips, cookies, sandwiches. It did not matter for food was what I craved. After my binge was over, I returned back to the drastic dieting to "repent" for the binging--and this was a perpetual event that I kept active until one day I discovered that I had damaged my nerves so badly, they never healed. And even today, my hands shake uncontrollably, but not as much as they once did.
This, although was a tough lesson, taught me that dieting is fine if we diet wisely, but what I did to lose weight was nothing more than foolish.
This "is who I am"
a burger and friends guy. Only when my wife and I eat-out. I look at this food item as my "reward" for honoring my personal commitment to losing some weight in order to live a more-healthy life.
Another secret I have uncovered, besides the main fact of "what we eat says who we are," is that when I intentionally eat as slowly as possible, I am full quicker and do not have to inhale the rest of my cheeseburger.
Am I ashamed of the place I am in life? Sometimes. I am human. Fact is, if I were to eat the foods that Donald Trump eats on a daily basis, I would not be happy.
I have never been a happy hypocrite.
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