It is a bit depressing to consider that eating the way I want to eat will kill me. Then again, God probably made it that way for a reason.
You see, I love a nice spot of junk food. I like a thick hamburger with fries, or a fried chicken sandwich, or a big ol\’ burrito Willy\’s or, to a lesser extent, Taco Bell. I like fatty foods. Whether this is so because of my American-ness, my healthy upbringing and subsequent punk rock-esque resistance mentality, or, simply, my palate, I don\’t know. What matters is that I like to eat, eat well, and eat a lot. It\’s a struggle I\’ve maintained since my youth; the want to eat relatively unhealthy food in large amounts, especially when I\’m especially hungry. I\’m not obese, though I do maintain a healthy girth, and by the grace of God I did not inherit my dad\’s high cholesterol. Nevertheless, I want to maintain a healthy BMI and just be a healthy person.
Easier said than done, as I\’m a man on the go and the temptations of tasty processed foods are everywhere.
I am, however, not without conscience; I listen to my body. And on those weeks when I\’ve eaten quite unhealthily, either via too much meat or too much junk, my body seems to crave raw vegetables and I certainly oblige it. When I am on such a streak I do feel better, physically and about myself. Still, there remains the appeal of rich food and drink. Where it comes from, other than the arbitrary longings of stomach and palate, I just don\’t really know.