Humpty Dumpty ate one and all.
All of the doctors and medical staff,
Looked at his belly and had a good
laugh.
I’ve
officially entered the seventieth chapter of my “Fat Revolution” crusade, questioning
the lost and disastrous moments spent at the local drive thru. My dieting antics have resembled those of an
inflatable balloon – expanding and contracting.
As a self-diagnosed emotional-eating-expert, I have discovered that recent
events have encouraged my expanding talents to overpower my ability to lose
weight. In fact, every bit of
distasteful news induces gloominess, and a trip to the kitchen is almost
inevitable.
There are people who are depressed and do not know how to deal with
their feelings and mood swings. One way is to feed their emotions with food in
response to this gloominess; it is a far more serious problem when depression
and eating turn into a cycle.
Overeating becomes a drug – it can help one escape, but it only pushes
the individual further into depression. One might feel guilt and shame after
binge eating, and like a drug, overeating serves as a temporary solution. But
as soon as the binge is over, problems are far worse and the individual is drained
of energy. Unable to control one’s own emotions, food enters the equation as a
substitute, helping to soothe those gloomy emotions.
I promised myself that my blog would not revolve around the economic
turmoil in Cyprus; I think we have all exhausted the topic. But, unfortunately, the problems have not
subsided, and a solution to the drama has not yet been implemented. The Cypriot nation was dealt with a heavy
blow of austerity measures, and the government’s attitude to releasing more
restrictions (on a daily basis), does not permit one to return to some
normality. Every day leaves a bitter
taste of uneasiness, as we return to our homes imploring for a glimmer of hope
to jumpstart the nation and its distorted banking sector, back to the starting
line.
Unpaid salaries have also brought on the blues, as I try to maintain a
balance of motivation and optimism, particularly for my wife and son. It’s extremely unsettling trying to enforce a
safety net, when there is none.
As the evening transpires, my excessive eating habits remain trapped
within the digestive process, radically transforming into a large tub of
lard. And, as I persevered through the
channels on my television, I stumbled upon the Cartoon Network, identifying my reflection in the cartoon version
of Humpty Dumpty. My downheartedness reminded me that no one
was able to revive poor Humpty Dumpty back
to his former condition.
At the end of every episode, there is a cliffhanger which keeps the
viewer in anticipation for one week. I’m
aware that my journey will certainly hold longer than that, but I’ve promised
myself that the new season will introduce a happier and redefined version,
proving to all the Humpty Dumpty’s out
there that even popular nursery rhymes necessitate a happy sequel.
Weight
for me tomorrow. Paul
Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts.
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,
visit www.paul-lambis.com
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