I'm working on the Coronary Hall of Fame

Arggh#$$!(*&)(

 

During marathon training, I went four months limiting my intake of dairy products, fried food, red meat, and soda. And when I say limit, I actually mean once a month on fried food and soda, once a week on dairy, and once of twice a week on red meat.

 

After the marathon, I rewarded myself with as much wine-drinking and bad-food eating as I desired.

 

I now know what the guy in the movie, "Supersize Me." must have felt like. I feel real yukky right now, having wolfed down, in just the past week, these list of items from the Coronary Hall of Fame: chicken enchilada plate; Gyro sandwich; chicken fried steak; 10-layer lasagna; guacamole burger; bar-b-que sausage plate; oatmeal with milk; chocolate cake; chocolate donuts; eggnog lattes; pappadeaux po boy sandwich with fries. Fries. Fries. And. More. Fries.

 

Get the picture? Writing all this stuff is making me sick. That's a lot of grease for one week, heck, for one month. I knew things were getting bad when, Sunday in Austin, I'm eating the chicken fried steak and I start getting a little dizzy from the smell of all the salt and chicken grease. I stopped halfway through and gobbled down a handful of TUMS. I used to lovvvvvve this kind of food, and now, having figured out how to eat right for the last four or five months, the mere smell of some of this stuff makes me nauseated.

 

I'm going to the store tonight and reload on the good stuff, fruits, veggies, turkey, rice, etc. Sounds boring, but you'd be amazed at how good things taste when you wash it down with a glass of wine.