By WR Jones
I fondly remember the days of my youth when I could eat like a horse. I recall having a plate of pork fat fried potatoes, coffee, a donut, and a cigarette with my thoughts focused on the moment’s pleasure not the near future horrible death awaiting. The only knowledge we had of calories back then was how many it took to boil a cup of mayonnaise I think. Modern medical thinking has put a damper on any sort of oral enjoyment.
I got this iPhone GPS app to track pace, distance, calories burned, and the way back home. I was expecting it to make me feel better about my Sunday walk to get oatmeal. Expectation is the mother of disappointment my daughter tells me. She is right. I totally pissed away my $0.99 on that app.
What I found was that in 2.5 miles I burned 98 Cal. I had to walk my ass off to break even with a McDonald’s oatmeal and cup of coffee with Splenda. I’ve been craving some pork ribs and a 1/2 loaf of onion rings. I’ve got to end this post and get started walking. I figure I will have to walk across California and look for a ribs place in Tucson, AZ to break even on that calorie load.