So I had my physical Monday morning and learned that I had gained 24lbs in the last 13 months. Did I mention the 24lbs?
My total cholesterol actually went down from 239 to 216 but my triglycerides jumped from 120 to 202. I had cut down on saturated fats but kept on (and maybe increased) my carb intake. That plus a sedentary lifestyle equals trouble.
So I am reading labels. My wife who had gestational diabetes told me how many carbs to eat, including snacks, and I have halfway used it as a guide.
So, anyway, my lovely wife, whom I love, comes home from the grocery store at lunch time. She wasn’t sure want to do for lunch and frozen pizzas were on sale. I love frozen pizzas. I always want her to buy them. She usually doesn’t. I usually eat one while watching Sunday night football after a long hard day. But one serving of the pizza which is a teeny-tiny amount is 70 freakin’ carbs (pardon my language).
I had planned to eat a PB & B sandwich and I did, quickly. Then I left the house for the office to not be around the pizza. I felt cranky today though. I think I am going through carb withdrawal. The kids were driving me crazy just being normal.
So, tonight after Bible study I threw a big chunk of leftover pizza into the toaster oven and devoured it. It felt good. Really good. Actually it didn’t even taste great but I enjoyed it immensely.
My smart wife, who is often correct, thinks that if I cut back to much to the extreme, I will fling way back to the other extreme sooner or later. She preaches moderation. Her and Socrates.
I may live the life of a junkie, though. Buying fries (especially Five Guys Fries) when I am out by myself. I may start eating more chips after she goes to bed. I may hide mashed potatoes in my office and buy a loaf of French bread from a shady guy at Wequahic Park in Newark.
This may be the incentive I need to exercise regularly. If that means I can continue to enjoy pasta, bread, and potatoes, it might be worth it.
Now I can’t sleep, probably because of all the pizza.