Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

The Eat Less Food Diet

Recently I had three stints put in. There is no history of heart disease in my family. I attribute the need for the surgeries to a failure to adjust my eating habits to a gradual slow down in metabolism. What happened is that I got an inner-tube around my middle and all that fat wound up in my heart arteries. This is my hypothesis as to why I got the three blockages.

So what the heck do I do about it? The answer seems so obvious I hesitate to insult the intelligence of my readers by stating it. I need to eat less. I need to go from three full meals a day to two. This doesn't mean I can't eat three times a day but two of those meals need to be scaled back by fifty percent. In addition I have cut out alcohol, soda, and most of the munchies I so dearly love.

Since the surgeries I've been taking rehab three days a week. I do twenty minutes on the treadmill, forty sit-ups and ten minutes on the cross country ski machine. Every morning I weigh and if I'm over one-hundred eighty lbs. I resort to extreme measures. This translates to no sweets or carbs. It seems to be working and I'm not suffering all that much.