Hi here is a little true story of mine ...as a newbie i hope i have posted in the right place
Ok the title is a little tounge in cheek but i have for the last few years battled with my weight ......and yes one of the contributory factors is my love for Donner Kebabs .....and yes I know it's one of those dishes you only buy when you have had too much to drink thinking it a good idea at the time, only to find it on the coffee table the following morning ( un opened) .
But i'm afraid it is one of those meals ( and i use the description meal loosely ) that I enjoy sober !!!
Things came to a head on a holiday to Jamaica in january ...the holiday ,a gift from my family was for my 50th birthday but my dream holiday nearly proved my undoing .
After our evening meal we were returning to our room on the second floor .....the problem for me was that my body had reached the second floor but my heart and lungs were still on the first !!
Ten minutes later I had managed the last few yards back to our room ....as you can imagine i was in shock,
Jenny my wife tried to allay my fears by blaming my inability to breath on the humidity !!
I Knew in my heart (when I managed to track it down ) that it was not the humidity but my stupidity in having that third helping of that Jamaican goat curry (a speciality in Jamaica and well worth a try in moderation!!)that had contributed to my demise .
My health due to my love of food or should i say inability to stop eating it !! had been in decline for a couple of years but nothing had prepared me for what must have looked like a guppy gulping for air after jumping out of his fish tank .
By this time i knew that i had reached rock bottom (health wise) well if I'm honest i had known for some time ....some months before in Gran Alacant Spain where i have a holiday home i was climbing Heart Attack hill (a large aptly named hill in the resort) i had called upon my friends asthma inhaler several times to complete the climb !! of course it had nothing to do with the large English breakfast i had just eaten !!
A Rare Breed
The long flight home from Jamaica gave me a little more time to reflect .....as a pro active grandad ( God I hate the saying pro active more on that later ) i wanted to see my grandchildren grow up ....so what options were open to a fifty year old self confessed kebab addict ?
Well i could have gastric band fitted ....but the thought of going though life without ever eating a proper meal or at best sucking it through a straw was abhorrent to me ...so much so that would rather take an overdose of a mixed kebab several portions of chips ( with spice) and end the whole thing there and then rather than put myself through that !!......oh and trust me the state my body was in at the time this lethal cocktail would have been enough !!
A visit to my Doctor was in order and after the customary battle with the doctors receptionist i was able to make an appointment (just) .....what a rare breed the doctors receptionist is and it's no surprise to me as to why they are so rare ; God only knows how many of them have been murdered over the years by verbally abused patients !!
The doctor though was in fact quite sympathetic due in my view to the fact that she was carrying the odd too many pounds herself (just an observation ) ....well she was sympathetic until i began to reel off my somewhat life threatening life style ......well come on how the **** did she think i got this fat !!
Anyhow before the doctor could refer me to a specialist she thought it would be a good idea to weigh me ....that was a mistake waiting to happen i thought to myself .....i had long since trained myself to keep bathroom scales and myself apart and had long given up checking on my weight the whole experience i would find upsetting .....well I would wouldn't i !!!!