So itís official. Iíve gained ten pounds
since last summer when I started working for KFC.
It was free. It was food. I couldnít help
myself. Week after week, I gorged on the Colonelís oily
goodness with gleeful abandon. But now, now along with
knowing what goes in Sanderís secret recipes, I also look
like one of his relatives.
Okay. I exaggerate. Unless you take a
measuring tape and strangle my belly, I somehow managed to
still look the same. I think.
But of course, the scale says otherwise.
And who am I to argue with sound numbers. In fact, I havenít
weighed myself for months. Imagine my surprise when I see
the digits choke up a notch.
Denial ainít just a river in Egypt baby,
and thatís what Iíve been doing for almost a year. I knew
the consequences. Just didnít want to admit them. But when a
new coworker and I were having lunch together the other day,
she resolutely decided not to eat anything unhealthy because
she was going to stick to her diet.
Working in fast food and not eating it?
Now thatís willpower.
Anyway, Iím on a diet too. An official
diet. By the way, I hate that word. Because conventional
diets are yo-yo like. You go on them for a couple of month,
intense, sweat-swimming workouts that leave you two sizes
too small. Then, you gorge. Gluttonously glue yourself to
the fridge and two months later come out two sizes too big.
By the time youíre fifty, your skin will
be like a tree trunk; it will conveniently document your
diet history with uneven layers of shrivel-marks.
I donít want that. No. My diet is going
to last. Hey, a good word would be lifestyle. Iím going to
change my eating lifestyle. And to tell the truth, Iím so
satiated with saturates that a change is actually welcoming.
What gets me are the people who want to
lose weight but buy into all the commercialized crap.
Tummy-tuckers and diet pills, guaranteed to make you lose
half the weight in half the time. Those diets are
desperations taken at any price. Literal money and physical
I guess you canít blame them though.
Weíre all looking for shortcuts in life. Things that sound
too good to be true, well, what if? What if we hit the
jackpot this time. And so we try and try with futile
fantasies and abortive attempts.
But if thereís one thing Iíve learned
through experience, itís that there is no easy way out. And
even if you think you got away this time, thereís always a
price paid later on.
Depending on jackpots and diet pills may
swing you from crest to trough, but only a steady exercise
of willpower can guarantee a weight and life in your own