Journey to the Center of Me!

Just got back from a week stay in Ventura, California.  What a great place to stay.  But the week before our vacation I was worried that being on vacation. Could I slip backwards from all the hard work that I have down the past two months. First worry:   What to eat.  Who eats good when they are on vacation?  This was something new for me.  They only thing I could think that would be good would be In and Out Burger.  I could eat a double-double protein style with no problem.  I have been doing that for over a year.  But what about the other times.   The first day we went to one of my girlfriend's family favorite places to eat, Duke's.  I knew they had hamburger, but I really loved there fish tacos.  So the first time, we went I got the fish tacos with no tortilla and grilled.  Come to find out, I really do not love grilled fish.  I ate it, but never ordered it like that again.  We went back three more times.  Fish tacos, fried and with flour tortilla, chili cheese hot dog,

I never thought I would find myself thinking of food like I do now.  Worried about what I eat. I never worried about what I ate.  Fast food was a very good friend.  I could go anywhere and eat tons of food, and never think of what it was doing to me.  Never had a issue with eating it until I lost my job of 17 years and I was starting my own business with my father.  My ex wife did not value the work I was doing and saw my eating of fast food as not a good thing for our family.  So I tried really hard to hide it,  but from time to time get caught.  When every thing fall apart in 2014, the only meal I would eat is a fast food meal.  If it was not for the dollar menus I would have starved. By the end of 2014, I was living where I live now, and found the job I have now.  The starting pay was not great, but I hung in there, and the union at work got us a new contract with much better pay.  This gave me the chance to rekindle my relationship with fast food.  But I did not like that peop

Weight for me was never a issue until a few years ago.  I have always been some what of a big guy.  In high school, in a science class, it was asked who was the largest person in the class weight size.  It was me at almost 200 lbs.  It really did not both me.  I stayed active  swimming almost every day during the summer.   As I left my high school years, weight was a thing that was always in flux.  I went on a mission for my church weighing almost 250 lbs and came home under 200 lbs.  As I got married and my weight would go up and down as I worked a demanding job and went to school. By my 30's I was still working and very active.  But my weight was now over 300 lbs. During this time I was racing cars and having a driver that is heavy is a penalty of the total weight of the car by 100 to 150  pounds. But it still did not bother me, even though my dad was after me to lose the weight.  At the same time I am working out, to build my strength and endurance, but was not losing an