Birthdays

Birthdays.

You either love ‘em or hate ‘em. When I was younger, I wanted to be older.  Now that I’m older, I wish I was younger … but knew what I know now that I’m older. At some point you forget how old you are or you stop caring. Of course, at some point the birthdays stop altogether.  But, that’s not what this is about.

It wouldn’t be so bad if my birthday (or your birthday) was the only one to worry about.  It only comes once a year. Right?  But it’s not just the one birthday, mine or yours, it’s everybody’s birthday.  Guess what?  Everybody..Has…One.  Because everyone has a birthday it means that we get involved in a lot of birthday events and what do you think of first when you think of birthdays?

OK.  After the presents.

Ice cream and cake! Dinner out. The celebration meal or party.  No matter what it is, it involves food.  Not the low cal stuff either.  Nope.  It’s the super high cal sugar, high cal fat and high cal sodium foods that make it to the birthday brouhaha. Sometimes it can be low key but most of the time it’s not and God forbid you hold back.

Last week my wife and I went to dinner with some friends just for the sake of re-connecting. It was a lot of fun and I decided not to stress over the calories.  The very next day I got an e-mail from another friend who wanted my wife and I to join them for a nice birthday dinner at a nice restaurant.  Weeeelllll…… OK.  What are friends for?  Of course, this led to another meal where the calorie count went out the window.  Oh well.

The rule of thumb in situations like this is everything in moderation.

I agree.

It’s not always easy to go easy on the steak or the dessert but I need to give it a try.  I went for the asparagus (which was awful) instead of the baked potato with butter and sour cream. I still had some bread. Still had some dessert (but I shared).  All in all, two dinners out with firends in a week didn’t throw me off my game a great deal.  I only loaded on another two tenths of a pound.  Still, it’s the type of thing that can lull you into complacency.

Tomorrow I’m heading to a house warming “open house” some clients of mine are having at their new place.  It was nice of them to invite me.  I just need to remember not to keep nibbling at all the little goodies that will most assuredly be there.

Damn.

Dessert First

In my last post I was, er, belly achin’ about being so fat.  It’s true.  I’m a porker who is a string bean wannabe.  And I know why I’m one heavy dude. I love the sweet stuff.  Yeah.  I love the starchy stuff, too. Bread, potatoes, rice.

It has been said, more than once, that a diet that is sure fire to work is to eliminate all the white stuff from your diet.

Sugar…Flour…Dairy

In other words, all the stuff you like and have grown accustomed to is out, out, out.

Which brings me to a recent post I read on an interesting and downright amusing blog called How To Get A Grip. The post: Start With Dessert.  The idea is that since you never know when you’ll kick the bucket, you might as well do the fun stuff now…and early.

Of course, I’ve been doing that with food for awhile.  Cake, ice cream, cookies.  You name it. I stuck it in my mouth.  The fun has now caught up with me and I’m so fat I can barely get on a plane or visit a movie theater and let’s forget the booths in restaurant.  Ironic, huh?  I’ve gotten so big I need a table or take out.

I get the point about not putting off life’s little pleasures while you doggedly try to become “a success” but the idea of doing all the fun stuff becuase I’ll be dead any minute doesn’t get it, either.  Do enough of the fun stuff and you may be living and miserable.

It might be better to spread it out.  Maybe.

Any thoughts?