Peach pie, caramels and Twinkies. That’s what I saw when I looked at the food on my kitchen counter. Not exactly what you need to keep healthy.

My freezer had two frozen pizzas, two pints of Haagen-Daz and a carton of Creamsicles. Not exactly American Medical Association approved. The refrigerator wasn’t any better. The highlights were three packages of Buddig processed sandwich meats and a package of Oscar Mayer hot dogs. OY…what would my Jewish mother say? OY…more importantly, what would my doctor say?

My lunch and dinner yesterday consisted of leftover deep dish sausage and mushroom pizza. I washed it down with some tortilla chips and a coke.

It’s a wonder I’m still alive!

I’ve known my choices in food has been a disaster for a long time. If it wasn’t for fruit, my regular diet should have sent me to an early grave years ago. The shocking thing is my blood work regularly comes back as normal. My cholesterol and blood sugar levels are fine. I’m not even close to overweight. Each yearly physical gets a thumbs up, which always leads to me think I can double down on my poor eating behavior.

Plus living in a pandemic gives you an excuse to continue to act this way. When you get depressed about the state of things in America, a piece of pie may make you feel better. One piece is fine. Eating the entire pie in a single day, not so much. I wish I could blame Donald Trump for part of this; after all, I do blame him for most of America’s ills in 2020, but it’s not his fault that I downed a Snickers with a root beer float for dessert last night.

Over the last decade, we’ve been down this healthy eating/lifestyle change before….numerous times before. It starts out with good intentions, but then I see a Butterfinger and that’s the end of that.

But, I have a new reason for trying to make this change and I think it’s a good one. My daughter is now one month away from having her first child…..and more importantly, my first grandchild. ONE MONTH!!! My original pandemic goal was to stay alive to meet this kid. It’s looking pretty good! I’m pretty sure I can continue my current life of gluttony and make it for another thirty or so day.

However, lately, I’ve been thinking a chance meeting isn’t going to be enough. I want more than that…much more.

My children never met their paternal grandfather….my dad. What they know about him is from stories told by me or other relatives. I don’t want that for this child. I want him or her to have their own memories. I’d be happy if twenty years down the road, mother and child could sit around and trade stories about their father and grandfather. For that to occur, big life changes have to be made. We’ll soon see if this is a new reality or if it’s just talk….again.

It sounds sweet, doesn’t it….maybe even sweeter than that peach pie.

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