I Don't Do This To Be Skinny

As I’ve said before, I have gotten a lot of jokes about the way I eat. Yes, I like black beans. Yes, I like brown rice. Yes, I like raw vegetables. Yes, I like kale. I also like chocolate cake, cookie dough, pizza and French fries. But what I really like knowing is that I won’t keel over with a heart attack when I’m 55.

I’ve always been active. As a college athlete, you could say it was pretty hard for me to gain weight considering how active I was. But at the same time, if I didn’t give my body the right nutrients then I wouldn’t be able to perform as well as I did. And with a family medical history that includes heard attacks, double by-passes and high blood pressure, I know that I have to do my best to decrease my chances of going down that same path. In my family, specifically, most of those medical conditions were preventable. Their doctors all said that nutrition played a huge role in their declining health. I’ll be damned if I let the same happen to me.

I know too much about the importance of nutrition to give into temptations too often. I mean, I had froyo the past two days, but those were emergency situations. Fact: froyo cures everything.

But as a public service announcement: please stop making fun of me for how I eat. Please let me snack on green peppers and cucumbers without feeling embarrassed. And please, don’t call me weird or annoying if I don’t want to eat the donut. I’m not trying to be skinny like the bitch on the magazine, I’m just trying not to die early.