It all comes around

stories and things
Life they say has a way of going full circle.For years now I have hounded my parents about healthy eating.Gone on about how walking is good for them as they grow older etc.As the years went by I did my yoga on and off,worked out when I felt like it and kept going.From thin to slim is ok,then it went to fat and one gets used to the ohs and ahs about how much weight I had gained till one day in desperation I said thank you to someone after that common comment and they stopped.
Yet somewhere I began to feel myself loose control over my body.Its a scary feeling of something creeping up on you so one fine day before rational thought could hit,off I went to the clinic and got myself checked.It was perfect in every way except for the weight.Where had all this come from,why didn't I notice so did denial take me so far and so close to a complete disaster?.
The doctor said I could choose to go to another one if I didn't like his rules.Well let have it straight I said and didn't like it one bit.
He took everything out of my life that was worth eating and walking is a must he said.Dinner came around and I settled down to whole wheat bread and soup.The one good thing about being a foodie is that I learned along the way to cook with whatever I had so there I was cooking up some interesting looking dish.
Did anyone say life was easy.Well I didn't quiet realize how tough this all was.That night I dreamt of suckling pig,apple struddle,juicy cooked prawns and I wept in despair.
This is only the beginning but like all things in life here was a chance to change despair to opportunity,so I am going to be cooking to a different tune.The opportunity to create is still mine and while I walk I shall conjure the wildest dishes that can be baked grilled and eaten.