I started gaining weight about the same time I decided to
make and consume at least one root beer float with chocolate ice cream virtually
every day of my life. And I didn’t just put in two scoops of ice cream and cover
it with a little root beer. I half-filled the biggest glass I could find with the
soda and crammed in as much ice cream as I could fit, then ate a little bit off
the top and crammed in some more. Then I added more root beer and more ice
cream.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
I also liked to eat peanut butter on Chips Ahoy cookies late
at night and wash it down with one or two glasses of milk. I have been known to
eat not one, but three, Krispy Kreme chocolate covered cream-filled donuts at a
time. You get the idea.
That was bad enough, but three-and-a-half years ago, I quit
smoking and turned into an eating machine. I started living on hot dogs from
Woody’s, steak hoagies from the Derby and pizza from Cantoni’s and Colasessanos.
Late at night, I’ve been known to drive over to McDonalds for two double
cheeseburgers and a basket of fries. And don’t even get me started on chocolate
milk shakes or Hershey’s Milk Chocolate Nuggets.
(I’m so ashamed.)
The point is, I love to eat. I love to eat stuff that’s not
good for me and I love to eat it in great quantities at all hours of the day
and night. You can therefore imagine the shock to my system when I started
Weight Watchers in January after the guy who was so skinny he used to buy his
blue jeans in the boys department tipped the scale at 227.5 pounds. (I weighed
roughly 145 when I started college.) I
looked in the mirror on my way to the shower and saw Jabba the Hutt looking
back at me.
So now I weigh 199, at least for one day, and I’m no longer eating
for enjoyment. Today I consume food as fuel to keep me alive, and nothing more.
Coffee for breakfast, eggs and plain toast for lunch, baked chicken tenders,
applesauce and vegetables for dinner and, if I’m good, a 4-point Fiber One
brownie for dessert.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
This is what happens when you get old, your metabolism slows
down and your body won’t allow you to exercise enough to keep off the weight from
all that junk food you like to eat. Now I lie in bed at night watching TV with
my stomach growling while commercials for the Super Baconater, the XXL Grilled
Stuft Burrito, the Quarter-Pound Thickburger and the Bourbon BBQ Triple Stack
sandwich pass in front of my eyes.
My stomach might be screaming “want, need” but my brain keeps
saying “don’t you dare.”
It’s no surprise to me that the World Health Organization ranks the United States as one of the most obese nations on the planet. When you kick out tiny third-world nations
like Tonga, Tokelau, Samoa, Palau, Kiribati and the Marshall Islands, the U.S. easily
makes the Top 5. (For the record, countries at the thinner end of the scale include
Japan, China, Switzerland, France, Denmark and Sweden.) The U.S. is first among the world’s largest trading
economies.
According to Wikipedia, obesity contributes to approximately
100,000 to 400,000 deaths in the United States per year and health care costs
of around $117 billion when you include preventive and diagnostic care, treatment
services related to weight and indirect costs such as absenteeism and premature
death. One report says this exceeds health care costs associated with smoking
and accounts for 6% to 12% of all national health care expenditures in the
United States.
So there’s that. As far as I’m concerned, eating smaller
quantities of better food at more appropriate times of the day is simply the
right thing to do. When I finally got the will to give up cigarettes after 50
years, I simply told myself I could do it…and I did. I had the same conversation
with myself about my weight.
As for the “food is only fuel” theory, I intend to see how
far this takes me before I eventually hit a wall and stop losing weight altogether.
I’ll decide what to do when that time comes, but here is one thing I know for
sure: If I am ever diagnosed with a fatal, incurable disease and given a few
weeks to live, I’m heading straight to Woody’s for lunch and the Derby for
dinner, ordering a pizza to snack on and building the largest root beer float
ever created by man.
I mean, at that point, what else would I have to lose?


