Adjusting To A World Of Coneheads....

"Perhaps you and Larry will join us for the consumption of mass quantities this weekend... will we ignite our new flame pit and char some mammal flesh for you..".

Beldar Conehead

It's nearly 7 months now since sleeving. I've lost over 100 pounds since embarking on this war on superfluous body composition.

At first I mourned the loss of hours of mindless consumption.

Nothing to do while watching TV but watch TV.

No building the egos of the cooks in the family by gorging on mounds of their culinary belly-whompers.

No more hazy stupor of gluttony's aftermath.

But then the fruit of restraint began to manifest.

Clothing became flattering.

Energy arrived with a vengeance.

Health developed rosy cheeks.

My body seemed to be thanking my brain for stopping the tailspin that it was in.

I began to look around, in restaurants and at home. My 10 bites were long over before the others were just getting started leaving me with nothing to do but watch. Knowing what I have demonstrated to myself, that a body just doesn't need that much food, I started to be revolted at the sight of mass consumption.

And now, far from envying the volume vaulters, I struggle to not be disgusted. Some of these people are my loved ones who are having weight battles of their own.

Perhaps I will reach a place of peace about the matter. As for now, I will just look away and in my mind find a happy place of little plates and tiny portions.