Our meal at Morton’s on Saturday night was full of interesting conversation.Â We hadn’t been out with JD and Kris for a very long time so we caught up on our respective families, our homes and gardens, our careers, and on parenting.Â I really enjoy talking with people who don’t have kids about parenting.Â I like the outside point of view that it brings.Â It makes me think about what I do and how I do it in a different light.
Even though the above topics of conversation were great, the topic that I found the most riveting was of course, FOOD!Â Here we were, two overweight men sitting down to a decadent meal with two normal weight women.Â We all ate relatively the same thing–one drink, one appetizer, one entree, one dessert with coffee.
For this one meal, we all indulged.Â And the conversation at one point talked about indulgences.Â JD mentioned that he would eat chocolate chip cookies for every meal if he could.Â We talked about how healthy food doesn’t taste as good as food that is bad for you.Â The ladies frequently mentioned that they automatically budget their food intake and it comes naturally to them.Â They never worry about it, they just eat what they need to eat and their weight is relatively stable.Â They also mentioned that they view sweets and desserts as a reward, not a necessity.Â However,Â JD and I really treat unhealthy foods and desserts as staples.Â Why is this the case?Â I think that JD thinks it’s because of his upbringing, but I’ll let him expound on that.
I think my problem began back in grade school.Â We moved cities, I didn’t have too many friends at first, and both my parents worked.Â I was shy and I didn’t want to join a new soccer team in a new city and deal with having to make new friends.Â I rode my bike to school in the morning, rode it home and spent a lot of time on the couch watching TV and playing video games with my two non-athletic, sedentary friends who lived on my block.Â It wasn’t until high school when I had a car, more friends, and an interest in athletics that I became less sedentary.Â But by then it was too late.Â Habits were ingrained, I was already chubby, and it was a losing battle.
The other thing that really hit home to me during our dinner conversation the other night made me realize the enormity of the battle against food that I’m waging.Â Pam asked about what happens when I reach my target weight.Â Currently, I’m trying to reduce my caloric intake so that I drop a pound a week.Â What happens when I no longer am in a reduction mode, but in a maintenance mode.Â Really, there’s no difference between reduction now and maintenance in the future.Â I haven’t done the math, but I’m betting my caloric needs now for reduction will be similar to my caloric needs in the future when I weigh less and have less to maintain.
This made me a little sad.Â You see, I’m not fighting a battle against food at all but a full on war.Â It’s true that every day is a battle.Â But over the course of my lifetime, these daily battles qualify as a war.Â I’m working on making each battle a little bit easier to win so that they become smaller and smaller each day.Â Maybe some day they won’t seem like battles to me and then I can declare myself victorious in the war.Â ButÂ the only way this war ends is if I win.Â I’ll keep fighting.