I am thinking of taking a month off from blogging. If not for this blog, Marketman would be on a serious South Forbes Diet for the next month or so. I feel like I have porked out a lot. And I can’t be on a serious diet and write about food at the same time. I am fairly tall so it doesnâ€™t really show, but I know when I am carrying around several chickens worth of excess baggage. Think of it this wayâ€¦ if you are approximately 15 pounds heavier than your medically prescribed â€œideal weightâ€ for your age, body type and height, then visually that would be like stripping down to your knickers and attaching about 6 to 7 Magnolia whole dressed chickens to your body with strapping tape. Can you just SEE it?!? I thought about chaining myself to a basement wall so that I would eat only what was brought to me (bread and water) but it seemed a little extreme. If I continue gaining weight at say just 4 pounds per annum (my average since turning 30) until the age of 80, I would weigh a whopping 340 pounds, assuming I didnâ€™t keel over before then from heart failure.
I realize I am being terribly vain about all of this. But I am not looking for a perfect physique, I just donâ€™t want jiggly, flabby fat deposits that aid the reality that my skin is indeed losing its elasticity after 40+ years on this planet (despite constant regeneration, and the dried skin flakes that form a great percentage of what is thought of as ‘household dust’). If only the world worked in â€œreciprocal negative calorie karma modeâ€â€¦it would work something like thisâ€¦ for every post I write, each amused or pleased reader would send me a single (1) calorie reduction credit in exchange for the post. I figure I would receive roughly 6,000+ negative calorie credits a day or so and in a monthâ€™s time I would have lost upwards of 50+ pounds placing me back at the weight I had when I turned about 21! But the world is unfair by nature; therefore, only older grey haired guys get to drive Ferraris (ever seen an old Lola driving a yellow Testarossa?), only supermodels get to wear the couture bikinis that cost more per gram of fabric than the equivalent weight in gold, and Marketman will have to continually struggle with disconcerting weight gain, all in the service of my wonderful, though 96% totally keyboard-challenged (mute?) readers (hint, hint to all those lurkers out there, I see you on my visitor statistics)!!!
So, should I take a food blogging holiday??? Hmm, maybe not just yetâ€¦ Maybe the day I cross the 200 pound line I will have to hie off to a weight loss farm in the middle of the Arizona desert, permanently give up eating anything with four legs or sell some major body parts to lighten the load! Have a terrific week, thanks for visiting, pass this website on to friends who like food, and yes, truly, your comments are greatly appreciated and add so much more to Marketmanila!