Keep my priorities straight, O God. Let me not make food my god. Fill me with Your power and might to resist urges and impulses. Amen
--V.L. Estrem, C.L. Boysen
One mans thoughts and experiences struggling with the ups and downs of daily living as a morbidly obese, compulsively overeating person struggling to get thinner (and healthy!)...again!! Additionally I'll occasionally have comments on current events, spiritual life, and hopefully have a lot of fun along the way! I would appreciate any feedback or input you may have for me. I may be reached at CHASWILLIAM@GMAIL.COM
FAT MAN, THIN MAN, FATTER MAN...GOOD GRIEF!! I have been "overweight" or whatever other descriptive you care to use to call me fat, most all of my life with occasional spurts of weight loss. I've been up and down the scale several times, (mostly up) and have gained and lost over 300+ pounds in my life. However, I've begun to see myself as more than just a "fat" person...it gets easier to take on a different outlook when one doesn't fight for every breath, or have joints scream in pain every time you move. For the story of what got me to this point please click on the page: "HOW DID I GET HERE?"
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Charlie:
For years I ate at a reasonable pace. Then I got to the third year of med school. I truly have no idea how many times I was beeped away from food before I could eat; naturally after the second time I started to bolt my food. Well, things didn't get any better in residency or in practice. A long time ago I noticed that even on the weekends and on vacation I ate so quickly that I didn't taste my food.
A break point happened when I was out hunting about ten years ago. I ended up waiting for my buddies with nothing to do but sit and think. After half an hour I located a Tootsie pop in a pocket that I had forgotten. It took me twenty wonderful minutes to eat; I wasn't doing anything else and I enjoyed each lick. But my eating habits in general didn't change even though I could have had more enjoyment out of my food by slowing down, well, two days a week (sometimes). Then I made a major adjustment to my schedule back in May. Come August I was sitting in a motel. I said to Bethany, "This is lush, this is de luxe." She said, "You're eating cheese and crackers."
Which led me to the following piece of wisdom: Cheese and crackers eaten slowly tastes better than steak eaten in haste.
Now I still find myself backsliding from time to time, and if I get hungry I rush my food. But I get more hedonic satisfaction when I eat slow. Especially if I'm doing nothing but eating. Not even reading a newspaper.
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