Control: Coronavirus Blues…
I, Dalton Lewis, ate a breakfast burrito for lunch today. I cut up some green peppers and then sauteed them in butter.
“Add some green onions,” Mom said.
“Where are they?” I asked. I looked in the refrigerator.
“I see them,” Mom said.
I picked up the asparagus. Nope. Then the cucumbers, I think, and then the broccoli. Then I picked up the asparagus again. Then I found the green onions. I tossed them into the frying pan. I cooked them for a few minutes and then added the eggs with a touch of milk and a pinch of salt.
“Why do you eat so many times a day?” Mom asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I just think that you eat way too much,” Mom said. “Did the med change help? Are you sleeping less and eating less?”
“A little,” I said.
I ate the breakfast burrito for lunch. I devoured it, adding bacon to it. It was delicious, the food of kings and emperors. I finished it almost before I began.
“I don’t think that it’s helping enough yet,” she said. “You need a life change to lose weight and be healthier. I want you to not eat anything after this and before dinner except a banana or something. Okay?”
“Fine,” I said.
Why are so many Americans overweight? I am overweight. Why is it so hard to work out every day? I don’t understand. When I grew up it was a different time, and I worked out and didn’t gain weight. I weighed 170 to 185 pounds until I became schizophrenic and started to take these meds and lose my sense of self.
I gained weight quickly then. I started to eat more and more. I started to work out less and less. I hated myself then. I just couldn’t get the workouts in: I don’t know why. I don’t know what happens to people. I don’t know why we don’t do things properly and appropriately. We just don’t seem to do it.
I want to lose weight. I will do my workout soon, and we will see. I might be able to lose the weight. I can only do my best.
Thanks, and take care, friends.