A long time ago when I was young
I am a carb guy.
There was a time where I was convinced if you tapped into the center of the universe you’d find yourself surrounded by a heapful of yummy carbs.
Yes, I was a little different.
Forget the fruits and veggies, I’d shout – Loading up on a bowl full of carb-anything is the only way to live.
But something happened as I traveled along the lonely trail of carb-anything. I got a little older, the mid section a little wider and the blood pressure a little higher.
One day I decided to try something new. I had fruit for breakfast. As my writing took off and the fruit consumption increased the words flew out of my head.
Sure, an orange will never be as tasty as a plate full of hashbrowns but my work excelled. No longer did I feel like taking a nap two hours after I got up.
A little older and just maybe a little wiser
Now things are different. Sure, I still find time to reward myself. On Saturdays I’ll reunite with a bowl of my favorite cereal and on Sundays the kid and I travel across town to our favorite restaurant.
But when it comes to the writing week that’s when things take a serious turn.
I opened my day with two oranges and end the morning with one banana. Sure, I toss down a pot of coffee but no longer do I toss down the carbs. I am surprised how clear my head is. Maybe a writer is kind of like an athlete.
A mental athlete, that is.
Looking at it now, I’ve slowly created a habit of healthy eating. So if this writing gig never pays off at least the healthy gig did.
No bad if I say so myself.
A side note: Yes, that’s saran wrap covering the oranges. Damn fruit flies!!!!