Eating Disorderly

OK, so I've decided to stop eating myself to death. Over the last couple of years I've developed some extremely bad eating habits, that (not surprisingly) have all manifested themselves right around my waist. Even back in my early Navy days I had a bit of a reputation as a trencherman, with new members of the wardroom being warned to keep their hands and feet well clear when my fork was in operation. But over the last few years I basically worked up to a policy more in line with the Weird Al Yankovic song, “Just Eat It”. I was eating two candy bars for an afternoon snack, and often a burger (just a small one!) on the way to work in the morning. Do I have an eating disorder? I don't know, but I know I was eating disorderly. I know there's probably some deep seated psychological reasons for this, but basically the reason to stop is simple: dying young is an idea that has become very unappealing to me. So everybody who knows me now has my permission: if you see me doing something stupid in the way of eating, stop me (politely if possible). I'd like to shed 40 pounds. I'll keep you up to date. (BTW, sorry I haven't posted in so long; I'm really glad summer school is over!)

Posted by trygstad | Category: Personal | 02:26 AM