I’ve been a bit of an addict. I drink way too much Coke. I’m also one of the first people to judge others with compulsive tendencies — chain smokers, alcoholics, crackheads. I’ve pointed the finger and expressed disbelief at how someone could be such a slave to a paper tube with plants inside. Now I’m calling myself out.
I’ve gained weight steadily since graduating from college back in the 90’s. I’ve become lazy and complacent, often opting for fast food since it’s easy, accessible, and well…fast. I’ve been drinking Coke steadily since becoming dependent on it in college as a means to stay awake typing papers for money during the nights.
Today my eyes have been opened to the utter excesses of our society, and it is not a pretty picture. Regardless of the fact that it happened in Texas, it is a shameful and telling occasion when you can now find deep-fried Coke at the Texas State Fair.
I think this is symptomatic of just where we’re at in this country when you can take one of the most unhealthy beverages in the world and turn it into a deep-fried blob of fatty goo. One word: “GROSS.” If this is evolution, then I want out.
The sad part is that a family history of heart failure and high cholesterol, having a baby girl and a beautiful wife, and just wanting to live on this earth for awhile longer apparently weren’t enough motivation for me. That was then. This is the new me.
If you haven’t yet discovered it, check out Traineo — a free weight-loss tracking website with a community component that allows you to enlist friends to keep you accountable and motivated. I would encourage you to try it out.
It’s going to be a hard road to recovery — and that’s really what this is. I don’t mean recovery in the sense that I am copping out and calling my gluttony a disease. Rather, I am referring to the recovery of my health and youthful vigor. I’ve tried quitting Coke before and have dealt with the typical headache and withdrawal symptoms. I tell you now, though, that I will not be one of those people that I used to be so judgemental of. I won’t be the 300-pound, out-of-breath guy who calls in sick when he finds out the elevator is out of order. I won’t leave orphans and a widow because I was too lazy to care about my well-being.
I feel better already.
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