I haven't had a Coke since mid-morning yesterday — and I poured the last two-thirds of that one out in the bathroom sink.
Nor have I had a tall 20 ounces of McDonald's sweet tea.
Or settled down with a half-gallon of frozen yogurt.
Having a little change of diet here, dropping some of my long-time daily bad habits. I'm highly motivated and stirred to do so: First there was my beloved brother Franc having a mild stroke a couple of weeks ago. Then there was my first truly bad report card from the annual physical bloodwork lab. Then there was the dreadfully persuasive article I read yesterday morning that told me how I'm going to pay if I continue to sin as I so enjoy doing.
Franc is doing well–I am grateful–after giving us a serious scare.
And I'm working on doing better myself, which I never aspired to do.
All these 63 years, I thought I'd dodged a particular genetic combo bullet: heart trouble, strokes, and diabetes. I always thought if I did enough jumprope and kept my weight down, I'd always be able to eat pretty much what I wanted. Not so. The days of dodging seem to be over.
Enter: The Days of Water and Sardines and Kale. (When I spoke with Franc this weekend, he said: "If there's one thing I hate, it's water and chicken and lettuce.") I made long lists of the possible advantages of eating right: of digging into oily fish and dark-green vegs. Telling myself to revel in the excitement of "newness of life." Or greater potential length of life.
It's working to some degree, I suppose. I had tuna fish and slaw for lunch — and a modest amount of non-McD. sweet tea. Very balanced.
I'm telling myself this is a bold and radical move. Not sure how long I can keep myself convinced; I had peanut butter out of the jar for dinner (pure peanuts, no sugar added) and the night is still young.
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