As a recently reformed foodaholic, this writer has been blessed with a hitherto unappreciated personal satisfaction source. A 180-degree switch from cholesterol-laden meats, ultra-high calorie sweets, and other fattening delicacies in huge consumptive quantities over to fish, fresh fruits and vegetables, whole grain cereals, and the like has proven to be a major event for a guy who previously spent many decades stuffing whatever he damn pleased down his gullet. The results to date have been noticeably beneficial, leading to a strong desire to remain atop the proverbial wagon at all costs.
Undoubtedly, however, the biggest satisfaction comes from dining in restaurants which feature those all-you-can-cram-down buffet tables. It has literally become fun to stroll about and scoop up such healthful offerings as sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, lima beans, and similar healthful commodities, while nonchalantly observing women who might make excellent defensive tackles for the Indianapolis Colts, and men who look as though they could be seven months pregnant digging into the fat-ringed roast beef and deep fried potatoes, followed by double portions of gooey dessert.
It’s a glorious feeling indeed to leave the eatery with the sincere knowledge of having beaten the system once more.
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