Eating like I’m diabetic
With my wife being Type 2, I’ve changed my eating habits big time. While in college, she got my son and I off the Pop Tart-cereal-whatever diet, and started cooking REAL food for us. As an aspiring chef, she plays guinea pig with us alot, especially me. I don’t mind, it’s dropped my weight from almost 300lbs, to 268lbs over the past year.
Yes, I resisted at first, thinking that eating all that low carb, high protein food was gonna jack me up. I was in college, after all. I thought I knew everything like a typical 18yr old just out of high school. A funny thing happened. My clothes started fitting looser on my frame; I got my color back (I literally looked gray!); the wrinkles on my face slowly started disappearing; I started looking human again! Hell, I started doing bodyweight exercises again cause my energy returned!
Fast forward to now. I yo-yo’ed in my weight and exercise over the past year, being hardheaded, but she made me realize something important. My body is my temple, and it has to last me til my dying days, and the better I take care of it, the better I’ll be off. She’s right, as usual, but I also want to be here for my son. I made him a promise years ago that I’ll always be here, and I want to keep that. So if I have to eat tons of chicken, 500lbs of tuna, drink plenty of water, and exercise till I drop, so be it. Hell, I owe it to myself. At 35, I’m far from washed up, as I’ve seen folks here on BodySpace my age in the good shape they are. I shamed me, actually, and that’s a good thing.
Time for morning tuna and water. More writing will come later. 
