They say men think about sex every 7 seconds.
It's probably a little bit less than that, but not by much. I'm not going to dig too deeply into that cliche, but I will add something else into the mix.
I think about food constantly. It's all I think about, all the time.
Well, when I'm not thinking about sex (because, after all, I am a man). So, for argument's sake, let's just assume that the old saying is true. If I think about sex every 7 seconds, then I probably think about food 5 out of the remaining 6 seconds on average.
I daydream about all the bad things I'm trying hard not to eat. I mostly think about cheeseburgers. I'm not entirely sure why. I love cheeseburgers, but I wouldn't say they're my favorite food or even in the top five. Nonetheless, if you see me with a glazed over look, I'm probably imaging a juicy cheeseburger or a naked woman... or both...
Side note: On Saturday, my friend Mary Lynne, said, "I have never watched one of these Hardee's/Carl's Jr. commercials and thought anything other than how disgusting it looks. Nothing about a hot girl eating a giant sloppy cheeseburger makes me want to eat there." That's because you are not the target of those advertisements. I assure you, they are very effective. In fact, just thinking about it right now makes me want a cheeseburger...
Who am I kidding? I wanted a cheeseburger anyway.
I don't just think about 'bad' foods though. Even when I have my entire day's meals planned out, I still think over and over again about what I'm going to eat next. I imagine this is what a heroin addict feels like. When you are not high, you are always thinking about your next high.
Last week, during all the CMA Week craziness, I couldn't stop thinking about food. CMA Week is one of the biggest sources of my favorite type of food. FREE FOOD. There was free food at the CMA broadcast orientation on Sunday, at the official broadcast everyday, at the pre-CMA parties, and, worst of all, at the after-parties. This isn't just free food. It's GOOD, free food mixed with free drinks.
The amazing part is that (this time) I didn't eat much of it. I just wish I didn't fantasize about it.
I don't know how to fix it. I don't know if I can fix it. I don't even know if I want to fix it.
I just know that it's something I'm struggling with everyday. Maybe if I could stop thinking about cheeseburgers, I'd be happier eating a salad.
Nah... probably not. It's still a salad.
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I had a good week. I averaged about 2100 calories per day and I walked over 36,000 steps. I had very little time for dedicated workouts during CMA week, but I still managed more steps than I did three weeks ago.
I lost 4.2 pounds since last week and 20.0 total (in 35 days).
Also, my good friend Andreas keeps pointing out that the shoes I'm wearing are old and ragged. He correctly remembers that these are the same shoes I was wearing when we were in Paris in August. He also remembers that they were "past their prime" even then. Well, I had every intention of wearing brand new shoes today. I already bought them. I just forgot to put them on this morning. So, you get to see a picture of my old, ragged shoes one more time.
Here's a bonus picture of me in my (over-sized) suit for the CMA Awards.