For years I used to stop by Cafe Ziba on the way to work. I’d get a Latte, a cookie or two, and a muffin; carb heaven (or hell). When Farzad sold the shop to Acton Coffee House, my behavior continued unabated.
All the regular customers were there every morning, on the same schedule. We all knew each other by sight, some we knew by name. We always greeted one another, and often engaged in conversation.
Then I committed to changing my approach to food and nutrition. I knew I had to avoid the old haunts. I couldn’t simply order a black dark roast coffee with all those pastries beckoning to me from the glass case. So I drove past the shop for fourteen months.
I have learned to deliberately avoid the use of the word “diet” in my conversations.
Last week, I stopped by the Acton Coffee House, since I was running errands in Acton. As I was approaching the door, Gary, one of the “regulars” came out and we greeted one another. He jumped back in shock, “Chuck, what the hell happened to you?”
I explained to him that I had taken control of my health by paying attention to getting proper rest, nutrition, and exercise. I have learned to deliberately avoid the use of the word “diet” in my conversations. He said, “You look fantastic. It’s really great that you’ve lost weight and that you are fit, but how has it improved your sex life?”
Call me old fashioned, but I don’t discuss my sex life, even if I had one.