Food

I love food.
Maybe a little too much.
I love fried food, french fries, chips, snacks, red meat, fatty foods, etc.
But I can't help but think that every time I eat some of this stuff, a little bit of me dies.
Literally.
I wonder how I'd feel if I ate healthy, really healthy. I wonder how much more energy I'd have. I wonder how much more clearly I'd think.
I had a good little run for a couple of weeks where I counted calories, ate healthier and as a result, lost weight and felt great.
But a skiing weekend away, full of snacks and eating without abandon, brought me right back to the center of unhealthiness.
I want to like fruits, vegetables, smaller portions, healthier foods. I want to crave the juice from strawberries, peaches, apples, and grapes rather than a half pound burger, cooked well done, topped with pepper jack cheese, bacon, jalapenos, ketchup, and a jalapeno ranch sauce with a side of fries.
But oh how that sounds so good.
Fortunately, as well as unfortunately, I have a high metabolism.
So while eating all of these unhealthy foods may not always show on the outside, I can't help but wonder what it looks like on the inside.
It can't be that good.
It's going to take an act of the will to change this.
It's going to take a renewing of the mind.
It's going to take a miracle.
But I believe miracles happen.
Here's hoping it happens to me.
And here's to healthier lifestyle.
Hopefully.