A Glass of Coke, a Cruller and Thee…

Here is yesterday’s list:

1 everything bagel w/cream cheese, 5 flour chicken and cheese taquitos with cheese and sour cream, 1 onion bagel w/cream cheese, 1 lrg. Fuji apple, cream wafers, 1/2 mexican pizza, steak taquito, nachos and 1/2 chalupa, diet coke and baja blast.

I’m entering the middle of the third week, and I have had a few comments about the fast food that I eat.  I know that fast food is almost nothing but bad calories, sodium and fat.  I also know that when I am gone from home most of the day at work , rehearsals, performances, etc., I have few options on how and when I eat.  A lot of those choices have contributed to what I am today: a fat man.  I also know that these things need to change.  I need to get more choosy about what I eat and when I eat it. 

Having said that, I also realize that it will take great will power and restraint to change those habits.  It’s far easier to run through the drive-thru to get a meal than to have to fix it at home with the sometimes 30-45 minutes I have before I’m running off to something else.  Busy lives have made fast food much more appealing than it ever would be under normal circumstances.  Time becomes a real issue, and having those minutes to spend with my wife or my kids instead of fixing dinner is hard.  I know the real answer is to get everybody into the kitchen and be together while we fix dinner.  And that is a change I need to make.  I do a lot of the cooking in the family, because my sweet wife works so very hard at her job.  And since she is working mostly from home, she doesn’t have the drive home to decompress.  She gets up from her chair and she’s home.  No alone time to sort out her day.  It is difficult for her to jump right into being a wife and mom after dealing all day with the stresses she has to deal with.

And I want to state right here and now, that my wife is the most incredible person I know.  I can’t think of anyone who does what she does and keeps their sanity.  She works at a stressful job (that luckily she loves), has constant responsibility to make sure that standards and safety is being met, deals with a lot of egos from many different sides (mostly doctors) and has five kids (me being the biggest and hardest to handle) that she has to keep going.  It’s a real testament to her that this family hasn’t imploded and she is still on the outside of a rubber room.  She is, quite literally, what keeps me going.

So, the goals now are to get myself ( and my wife) some decent walking shoes, some workout apparel and start walking.  Once I can do that, I can even start going back to the gym.

Today’s quote:

“Oil and potatoes both grow underground so french fries may have eventually produced themselves, had they not been invented.  ~A.J. Esther”