How many times do you suppose this question gets asked every single day? For me, it wasn’t only an issue of vanity, that is, whether or not I appeared ironically out of shape in my technical gear, or just looked older because of a protruding belly and rounder face.
For years, doctors and nutritionists had urged me to lose twenty pounds for all the well-ed health reasons. So, because it sounded like a good idea, without any genuine enthusiasm I would follow their suggested meal plans for a while. Then I’d stop because I felt fine, my clothes fit me well enough, and my extra fat kept me warm in the winter. Like most people who perceive no immediate danger, I regularly opted for second helpings and dessert instead of responding concretely to the abstract, eventual threat to my well-being.