Yet Another Lesson

There are many things that you do poorly, get a lesson about, and then continue to do poorly. It sometimes takes many lessons, and sometimes no number of lessons is enough. I have struggled to learn about eating properly. There have been a lot of lessons that ought to have set me straight, stretching back plenty of years. The lessons keep getting more severe, which is the nature of these things.

When I was a teenager, I could eat anything. There was then no evidence of my vulnerability. Not long after that, there started to be foods that actually staggered me. More than once I ate something like a Jack In The Box meal, quickly feeling sick to my stomach afterwards. Why would I ever have done that a second time? The memory of faintly enjoying the food should never have been adequate to compensate for the nausea that always accompanied it.

To this very day I manage to forget how horrible I felt every other time I ate something like that. As I write this, my beleaguered constitution is wrestling with a Carl's Jr meal that I didn't even manage to finish. I ought to have known better. Indeed, I did know better and made a conscious decision to ignore the cries of alarm from within. Only when it was too late to entirely prevent the crisis did I finally heed the call.

At long last, I've got to follow through on the thing I always knew: that I would have to start eating right the moment my metabolism could not just take it all in stride. Maybe I don't have to clean up all the way, but here at last I must swear off the foods that are plainly lethal. I really don't think my life will be any the worse for doing without something like this stomach grenade from Carl's Jr, and I'm eager to find out for sure.