HNT Bye Bye Belly

To paraphrase Nora Ephron, I feel bad about my belly. I've really let it get away from me the last several months. It could be worse, but I've had enough. Mrs. J and I began our New Year today by heading to the gym together (I haven't been in almost a month), and we're determined to start making slow and steady improvements in our lifestyle so we can age more gracefully.

My problem is control. I have none. I love food. I love my buffalo wings and fries and burgers and pasta and meatballs and grinders and pizza, not to mention beer and wine. And Mrs. J has even gotten me hooked on ice cream after years of resisting ("Ben & Jerry's Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream" for me, please). And since I've always eaten my food way too fast, I always consume two or more portions in less time than it takes a normal person to eat one. Just a little is never enough for me.

I know, I'm in much better shape than many, and my hill is not nearly as difficult to climb as some of you may have. It used to be mostly vanity, wanting to remain young and trim and somewhere near buff. But the last couple years, I've learned that it's more, that my cholesterol is pretty high, and I really don't want to start breaking down as I approach 40. So it's back to the gym and Whole Foods, and hopefully in the next six months, I can make a dent in that thing you see hulking up there.

Now go see other Half-Nekkid People.