There is a popular restaurant in Southern California famous for its large portions—it’s called Claim Jumper (www.claimjumper.com). There is so much food per serving that a better name for the restaurant should be Heart Stopper. Or, it could be called Weight Gainer, Stomach Pumper, or Death Sooner. I’m telling you, the portions are so huge that most normal humans can’t consume the entire content. The choice of bread is not a muffin, or roll or slice, but rather a loaf. Their staple condiment served on most dishes is an apple… of sorts. Not the normal type of apple that humans would eat, rather an apple on steroids large enough to choke a racehorse. We’re talking softball size apple. I was once tempted to throw the apple at a waiter but I didn’t want to be charged for murder. You get the point… big food and lots of it.
Unfortunately we ate at Claim Jumper tonight… wife’s choice. She actually possesses self control and can eat without feeling like she has to eat everything within arm’s length. How I wish that could be me. She likes the salad bar… which takes up the length of a semi truck bed. A lot of variety, good quality and a great meal if you’re more like her than me.
For me, I don’t like eating at Claim Jumper because it can ruin my diet for a month--it always puts me under. I’m part of the .0001 that can actually eat everything put in front of me (even the apple). I don’t need it all… I don’t even want it all… I don’t even have to like it all… but, I can always eat it all. I always finish my food. That’s how I was raised. Maybe you grew up in a similar household. When I was a child I was left feeling guilty if I didn’t clear off all the food on my plate. My mom would say, “Don’t you know there’s starving children in Africa who would love that food?” I felt shame over this statement until I was in the 6th grade… that’s when I thought to say, “Really mom? Name one. Give me the name of one starving African and I’ll believe you.” She quit using that bit, but it was too late for me. I developed the habit of eating everything on my plate, my wife’s plate, kids’ plates, and the plates of the table next to me if they left before I did. I can always eat more.
Tonight I left Claim Jumper a loser once again. I failed. I even ate the slice of lettuce that was there just to decorate my plate… it too was big, the size of a snapping turtle shell. Afterwards I needed help to the car, I stumbled into the house, rolled to computer station where I promptly did a Google search for “liposuction.” Unfortunately, they’re too expensive and not open at 9:00pm. So there I sat, guilty for over eating. Defeated. Sore. And wondering if I got stretch marks around my mouth from eating the apple.
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ReplyDeleteI too was raised the way you were, I can eat everything and more, there was a point and am sometimes called back to it, where I could go out to eat with the family, eat till my stomach wants to burst, then come home and eat two bags of candy, not small bags like the ones you buy on the stands but the big bags used for parties on top of that, I will have 1 liter of soda, and I have more I will have it later. One day I took a picture of myself an noticed my double chin, I noticed how people would make fun of how fat I was. I was depressed with my life. And one day I told myself enough was enough. I was going to be the difference, I didn't care if no one believed in me, I was going for blood. I stopped eating junk, I started going to the gym everyday, I even got a personal trainer, I would post pictures of beautiful women, on my wall to keep me motivated and told myself that one day I will be able to date someone gorgeous and everyone who turned me down will be jealous. I set goals for myself and continue doing so, I began losing weight, and now I don't even care about the women I care about my body. I am not a pro body builder, I don't have a six pack yet, but I am working on it, everyday that I'm at the gym, I tell myself, "I am not there yet, but I am closer than I was yesterday." And I do all this while working an overnight job, after work I go straight to the gym, my goal is to spend at least an hour even when I am down, at least I did something, knowing diet is 100% with losing weight, I eat what I want still, but limited portions when I feel like eating more I tell myself DO I REALLY NEED THIS?! And if I have to ask myself this then sometimes I have it, but the next day...I work out so hard that if I even think of eating over my normal portion...I think "HELL NO! I worked to hard to ruin everything!" I know this may not be something you may not want to read, because you may think you're a failure, or you may just think that you will always be fat, but with that attitude of course you will. Liposuction sucks, even if you did have the money for it, you will just get fat again you have to learn self control. You have to tell yourself "This is my testimony, I am going to make it happen." Be your own friend, talk to yourself, be a voice in the back of your head that says "YOU CAN DO THIS!" I recommend getting a personal trainer, they will work wonders for you if you let them, and once you see your progress you will be even more motivated, working out and losing weight doesn't happen overnight it has to be a lifestyle choice because when you're nice and sexy cut with a good body, are you going to stop working out?! OF COURSE NOT!
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