Food for Thought
By
Robert J Gehrke
Robert J Gehrke
As far back as Bob could remember he had always been what most people would call a pudgy, soft in the middle kind of guy. Bob loved to eat, and it showed, but this was all about to change.
Bob it seemed, would fill every empty moment elaborately planning his next home cooked banquet style meal for one, or indulging in decadent daydreams of luscious pastries filled with whip cream or puddings topped with thick frosting or colored powdered sugars intertwined with scrumptious hallucinations of plated appetizers full of spicy, salty, gooey, crunchy mouthwatering tidbits of eclectic nibbles from around the world. Bob would converse with himself about the elaborate arrangements for his next meal. He scolded himself often with remarks like, “Don’t forget the capers. They add such a distinctly wonderful pickled flavor to the white sauce.” But Bob was concerned about his predicament and wanted to do something about it if he could.
Bob would complain about his situation out loud to himself saying, “Why, oh why is my life so much about food and drink, and why oh why do I carry this burden that is literally so much a part of me?” Bob knew all too well the shape of his body, but that too was just one of many problems Bob had been carrying around like baggage for almost all of what many people would call a pathetic life full of quiet desperation.
Bob explained it this way to a neighbor by saying,” I know I alone hold the responsibility for my health and the actions I must take to change my lifestyle, but I’m stuck in an every day run of the mill catch-22. I love to eat, and I do eat to my hearts content, and probably for all the wrong reasons of course.”
Bob hid his sadness behind a facade of lame jokes and generous kindnesses to others which he would at times noticeably over do for purposes of drawing people away from their literal view of him. People truly did like Bob for himself and for what he so magnanimously offered them. Bob was kind and generous to a fault, but he continually felt inadequate around others and he was the brunt of many slanted overweight jokes, and politically incorrect insinuations behind his back. “My burden is so much larger than others,” he would console himself saying. “I have so much more to deal with than most people.”
Even though he obsessed on food to a large degree Bob compromised his lush life style with a regimen of yard work and brisk walks to the mini mart for needed supplies. Bob explained it to Susan next-door one day saying, “I love my little house and yard, and I love to work around in them to keep them looking nice in every way. It helps keep me in shape, and walking to the little store down the way helps also.”
But Bob also carried a deep dark secret. Bob had a passion for junk food of all kinds. Besides his love for everything from comfort foods to the best of any country’s culinary cuisines you might find only at the best restaurants in town that he could easily prepare, Bob had a deep seeded love for a great variety of store bought junk foods. “A pack of Twinkies a day keeps the doldrums away,” Bob would sing to himself in a little boy melodically chanting kind of way as he walked the streets to the store down the way. Bob slotted the junk food strategically in between his exquisitely prepared meals at home whenever he could to help him improve his mood, or just to calm his troubled heart.
Sample text complete. To read more go to Amazon. com and order my book by Robert J Gehrke "Terrifically Twisted Tales." You can order the book on Amazon Kindle and in Paperback at Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy the book.
Bob it seemed, would fill every empty moment elaborately planning his next home cooked banquet style meal for one, or indulging in decadent daydreams of luscious pastries filled with whip cream or puddings topped with thick frosting or colored powdered sugars intertwined with scrumptious hallucinations of plated appetizers full of spicy, salty, gooey, crunchy mouthwatering tidbits of eclectic nibbles from around the world. Bob would converse with himself about the elaborate arrangements for his next meal. He scolded himself often with remarks like, “Don’t forget the capers. They add such a distinctly wonderful pickled flavor to the white sauce.” But Bob was concerned about his predicament and wanted to do something about it if he could.
Bob would complain about his situation out loud to himself saying, “Why, oh why is my life so much about food and drink, and why oh why do I carry this burden that is literally so much a part of me?” Bob knew all too well the shape of his body, but that too was just one of many problems Bob had been carrying around like baggage for almost all of what many people would call a pathetic life full of quiet desperation.
Bob explained it this way to a neighbor by saying,” I know I alone hold the responsibility for my health and the actions I must take to change my lifestyle, but I’m stuck in an every day run of the mill catch-22. I love to eat, and I do eat to my hearts content, and probably for all the wrong reasons of course.”
Bob hid his sadness behind a facade of lame jokes and generous kindnesses to others which he would at times noticeably over do for purposes of drawing people away from their literal view of him. People truly did like Bob for himself and for what he so magnanimously offered them. Bob was kind and generous to a fault, but he continually felt inadequate around others and he was the brunt of many slanted overweight jokes, and politically incorrect insinuations behind his back. “My burden is so much larger than others,” he would console himself saying. “I have so much more to deal with than most people.”
Even though he obsessed on food to a large degree Bob compromised his lush life style with a regimen of yard work and brisk walks to the mini mart for needed supplies. Bob explained it to Susan next-door one day saying, “I love my little house and yard, and I love to work around in them to keep them looking nice in every way. It helps keep me in shape, and walking to the little store down the way helps also.”
But Bob also carried a deep dark secret. Bob had a passion for junk food of all kinds. Besides his love for everything from comfort foods to the best of any country’s culinary cuisines you might find only at the best restaurants in town that he could easily prepare, Bob had a deep seeded love for a great variety of store bought junk foods. “A pack of Twinkies a day keeps the doldrums away,” Bob would sing to himself in a little boy melodically chanting kind of way as he walked the streets to the store down the way. Bob slotted the junk food strategically in between his exquisitely prepared meals at home whenever he could to help him improve his mood, or just to calm his troubled heart.
Sample text complete. To read more go to Amazon. com and order my book by Robert J Gehrke "Terrifically Twisted Tales." You can order the book on Amazon Kindle and in Paperback at Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy the book.
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