The eyes of all hope in thee, O Lord: and thou givest them meat in due season.
Freedom consists not in doing what we like, but in having the right to do what we ought.
Pope John Paul II
To add to the CW Moments: shopping with a friend who now has a good job all, watching him by ten or more 12-packs of soda (a diet one was thrown in for good measure), an armful of Gatorades (salty/sugary colored water), walking through the food sections and by passing all fruits and veggies but taking the moment to consider buying a storemade cake. He has gradually put on weight over the years with the help of bad foods and alcohol. He's had acid reflux since HIGH SCHOOL and he's only in his 20s. I've shared with him about my parents' success.
I don't know if the people fear change, or fear admitting that what they've been doing is somehow "wrong", or a betrayal of their health, or not wanting to accept help based on all those things or if it just adds to a life of confusing information.
I guess all we can do is keep trying and leading by example.
It took me a while to get on board, but I made small steps in the right direction and eventually got my parents to join in on everything.
LOL, Hungry Girl. Just....no. Not good.
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I was talking yesterday with a guy who has been in the working broke category for a long time and just got his first non-starvation job in years. He was going on about how eating out sucked because the portions were so small and unsatisfying, plus it was all so expensive, and food at home is just as expensive, and the fact that he was going to be working longer hours meant he was going to be spending a lot more on food. So I started asking questions, just trying to figure out where he was coming from. Turns out everything he eats is some sort of prepared food. Bags of "chicken", boxed "meals", all frozen and all really expensive by my standards. The sort of stuff I don't eat because it seems like a total rip-off.To add to the CW Moments: shopping with a friend who now has a good job all, watching him by ten or more 12-packs of soda (a diet one was thrown in for good measure), an armful of Gatorades (salty/sugary colored water), walking through the food sections and by passing all fruits and veggies but taking the moment to consider buying a storemade cake. ...
I tried suggesting, "You know, you can actually buy real meat and vegetables, and cook them in a skillet. It's cheaper and it tastes better." Then the excuses started. He didn't have time. Then he would have to clean. Then it would take too long to shop. Then he would be worried about food poisoning. Every time I said something he had an excuse for why he wouldn't..."couldn't" in his mind. After awhile I just sat there thinking, "this guy is almost 40, how can he live like that????" He was convinced that if he didn't eat pre-made "food" of some sort, whether a TV dinner or fast food, it was too much work and probably unsafe. Store bought cakes, though? Right up his ally.
I am in the process of getting rid of some junk that I have accumulated in my room over the past few years and I came across a "diet" given to me by my CW doctor, try not to laugh:
Breakfast: 2 slices of whole wheat bread, 30grams of mozarella or ricotta, 30gr of lean turkey, 1/2 teaspoon of margarine.
Breakfast 2: one boiled egg and two slices of whole wheat brad.
Lunch: lean beef, chicken or fish, 1/2 cup of rice or pasta, one small salad with a little bit of olive oil or other vegetable oil as dressing.
Dinner: similar to lunch, but only half of the protein portion.
Putting aside the fact that it relies on grains and vegetable oil, can you imagine how depressing it would be to eat that crap and in those portions? I'm 5'10 and was probably about 245lbs when I was given that diet, I would have been starving all the time, no wonder we constantly failed when trying to loose weight on CW.
I have a coworker that just moved here from AZ for a job. He was hunting for a rent place, which are rarer than hen's teeth out here, and cost an arm and two legs when you do find one. He finally found one he could afford in a decent neighborhood, but the catch was that it had no kitchen. Not even a kitchenette. When I expressed wonder that it would ever get rented, he said, and I quote, "I'm going to take it. It's a great deal, and I never cook anyways. I always pick something up on the way home." I quite literally stood there slackjawed for a good 10 seconds before I remembered my manners, closed my mouth, and asked when he was moving in.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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