It was over after 43 years

After a long look at our relationship.  I had to end it.  I needed help.  I needed to get out.  I was stuck.  Addicted to such negativity.  Like a drug that I just could not get enough of and it was killing me slowly.

Sugar.  I hate you.  I hate what I became with you.  It was time to break up for good.

Here is a little story I’d like to tell,

Always an athlete growing up it was easy.  Eat what you want, run it off.  Go all day, work at night.  Burning calories was easy.  Not even a thought.  Well as we all know, getting older gets tough.  Life happens, life gets in the way, life side tracks your plans, changes the possibilities.  I paid attention to everything I thought I needed to.  The kids.  The wife.  The future.  building, failing, building, succeeding…basically working hard at life.  Problem was I left one guy behind.  Me.  I became a victim of my own destructive patterns.

Eating sandwiches, pasta, potatoes, banquet style meals 3 times a day, with snacks caught up to me. carbohydrates?  Whats that? That was the first triangle on the pyramid or something?? Blah..Blah..Blah

I have always just dealt with the slow weight gain.  I might have said to myself a couple hundred times in the past 20 years..”Monday, gotta start the gym”…  eating healthy was periodic and so polar.  I would freak out and need to eat like an animal after time on a certain “diet”  pasta, breads, fries, pizza…I mean, I am a chef and taste great quality ingredients all day, but when it comes down to it, when I was hungry a sandwich or something quick, It definitely hit the spot.   Plus I have a sweet tooth.  Chocolate is and always will be my best girl.  I love her.  Milk! Soda…I was a mess. Never alcohol, but I can appreciate a good red.

I go to Doctor for a check up.  August 2017.   Here I am, 330 pounds.  The blood test results come back and say I am diabetic. My numbers are a mess.  “Were going to need to put you on this…that and another pill”  I was like “Are you sure?  Me? I am indestructible!

” I mean, I am a chef , we don’t fail….

I failed.  I left that office in such defeat and worried.

the final straw

That same week in August, I take the night off from the business of the restaurant and go with my family & friends to one of the Read More