My dad used to like to stop in at the local hospital’s cafeteria after he had his blood work done. The food was good, and the price was right. Right over the pastry section, there was a huge sign that read:
“Oh, just shut up and eat it. Do you want to live forever?”
Sadly, that sign has gone the way of the PC police, but while it was up there, it was funny as hell.
Which makes me think of all the “dos and don’ts” in our lives; most of which we project on ourselves. Yes, we all want to be healthy and fit and that means eating healthy foods, drinking lots of water, getting regular exercise, good sleep and checking in with our doctors from time to time.
This does not mean that we have to be spartans. As with many things, *moderation is the word. For the most part, I have given up many of my unholy habits, such as pillaging an entire box of Whitman’s Sampler chocolates. Besides, it’s no fun anyway once I’ve eaten all the best parts: caramels, nougats, chocolate cherries, coconut, molasses chews and toffee chips. The boring vanilla creams, nut clusters and that stupid chocolate Messenger Boy can go to hell.
Which reminds me: when my parents were running both their photography studio and summer camp patrol, they received wonderful “thank you” gifts at Christmas. There were always bottles of booze, flowers, fruit, and best of all, CHOCOLATES. Naturally I would ravage those boxes and check out all the flavors. It was my habit to carefully nibble the end of a chocolate to see what it was; if it was something gross like brandied fruit, I would put it back in the box. Mom, irritated by this, told me to stop putting my “spit-back chocolates” back.
The older I get, the more I enjoy my occasional treats. I find I can’t eat as much as I used to, but that’s a good thing. I keep a little “health” journal for myself. I write down how I’m doing, whether or not I walked around the pond or did some yoga that day, and sometimes what I eat. It’s an easy thing to do, and it seems to work for me. Mind you, I don’t keep it up every day. I’m no saint, but I do like to keep track.
So whenever I have a craving for one of our delicious local croissants, I get one and enjoy it hugely. Same for the occasional chocolate or cookie. The really nice thing about getting older, food-wise, is finding that less not only is more, but also more satisfying.
Who knew? So, let’s not fret about the occasional croissant or cookie or candy or chips. As a wise person once said, “oh, just shut up and eat it!”
*Moderation: a word I’m not always thrilled with, especially after I have allowed myself to eat something REALLY bad. Oh, not an entire wedding cake or anything, but a goodie here and there just for the naughty hell of it.