Yes. It’s true. I’m a recovering idiot. Ten years of my life, I wasted. Ten years, smoking a pack per day, drinking a case of Dr. Pepper, and eating junk food. At that time, eating wisely meant buying a few cans of tuna, a bottle of Miracle Whip, and a loaf of bread. That was my “eating healthy.” Don’t get me wrong – tuna’s great, as long as you don’t eat too much of it and die of mercury poisoning.
What really bugs me is that I spent so many years listening to people tell me how bad these things were and didn’t care. I couldn’t have cared less. All I cared about was feeling good. What a joke. Feeling good is a subjective term, based loosely on how stupid a person is for overdosing on various poisonous substances which offer brief feelings of euphoria in exchange for a shorter life sentence (or at least “span”).
More thoughts soon…