What is it about the human psyche that makes people long for that which is furthest from their grasp?
I suppose it’s the same impulse that makes magazines like Playboy so popular among bumpy-faced adolescents with hormones in overdrive.
My hormones left overdrive sometime during the back end of the last century, but there is another passion keeping the engine running these days, one that is about as unattainable for me right now as those glossy images under the sheets.
For me, it’s real food.
Following a medical scare last week, I was reminded in no uncertain terms that there is a direct relationship between maintaining one’s weight and remaining on the earth long enough to see children achieve adulthood.
Hey, that’s fair. After all, we only deserve to use just so many resources in a lifetime so it stands to reason that if you consume a life’s worth of goodies early on then you’re working on borrowed time.
But really.
Avoid processed sugar, animal fats, salt, caffeine, alcohol, anything that contains the word “carbohydrate” and anything that after consuming would lead one to mutter, “Umm…”.
Stay away from butter, desserts, marbling in meats, pasta, fried fritters and all things not under the two food groups “plain yogurt” and “tofu”.
Heavens.
Do I want to stay around for awhile before shuffling off this mortal coil?
You bet.
But I’d like to enjoy the ride, too.
This morning someone brought a huge breakfast pizza into work, complete with eggs, bacon and cheese.
The smell filled the place.
Yesterday it was pieces of leftover cheesecake.
They’re absolutely killing me.
Or at least they’re trying.