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Alone in the woods of Maine, halfway to my cottage, on a small barely occupied peninsula and in sight of the water, I paused for a moment to realize who I was and where, precisely, I found myself.
The sky was bright with stars. Every constellation burned with full force. No clouds, no mist, no haze, […]
I walk a lot.
I have a pedometer that counts my steps, and I add that, at the end of the night, to my notepad where I record all the food I ate.
I didn’t do this from the beginning. It developed over time. I have a goal for a number of steps, based partly on […]
The day a heart attack struck me down is a hard one to remember.
I remember the stuff before (or during?): the cereal, the pressure in my chest, laying down thinking I was just not feeling well. I remember being tested in a room off the Emergency Room–but I do not remember the ER at all […]
I like chocolate.
I admit it. I’m a male chocoholic. I ate too much when I was younger, I ate too much when I got older, and I probably still eat more than I should. The difference between before and after the heart attack? Before I started losing all this weight, I didn’t count it. I […]
Face it, we eat too much. Our sizes are too big. We go back for seconds. And thirds. We clean the plates. Don’t want to waste anything. Also: it’s so good, how can we not eat more?
We can’t. I can’t, at least. I know where it leads.
Three meals and three snacks of set amounts helps […]
More fruit. More nuts. Less of the other, non-fruit and non-nut stuff. I cut back on cereal to the point that I simply no longer eat it.
Eating more fruit does a few things. It’s a healthier choice than, say, chips. It can be in season, and benefiting local farms, so I can feel all sorts […]
THE ATTACK PLAN
I started paying attention to what I eat, and when, and how much.
The primary goal, the number one intention, was not weight loss. I’d been diagnosed with diabetes, and that diabetes still flowed in my veins (like rust will), so when I got home from the hospital I needed to get my blood […]
A year ago today — this very hour — I went to the hospital with chest pain. Heart attack.
I did not die. Since then, I’ve lost 55 pounds (and am still going). To celebrate this anniversary of the day I didn’t die, I thought I’d start telling you, through a series of essays, how I’ve […]
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