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Vindication
 
 

 
So I have this cousin (he's a cousin by marriage) who drives the entire family crazy.  We all call him The Annoying Fitness Cousin.

He reminds me of that Tony Little guy - you know, the guy who does those infomercial - his latest product is "The Gazelle".    He's that guy who I am sure wears an adult diaper under his  spandex shorts because all that excitement is bound to make a person tinkle.

 
Anyway.

 
So, The Annoying Fitness Cousin is just that - annoying about fitness.   I love and respect that he has a passion and treats his body like a temple.  But what I don't love is his incessant need to lecture everyone about it.

Every time we gather, he goes from person to person asking them how their training is going and if they are paying attention to their diet and well-being.    And he constantly lectures people on what kinds of foods to eat.     Every time it's, "Be sure to eat lean proteins and complex carbohydrates.  Don't eat processed foods - stay away from convenience foods - pack carrot sticks in your purse or brief case..."   Blah blah blah blah...

Last time we were all together I served up a nice baked Brie with chunks of soft baguette and he nearly stroked out.  "All that cheese!  And white bread!  You need to pay attention to your diet and well being...!"    

My response to him was simple.   "Want some?"  As I wiped cheese off my chin and took a nice big drink of wine.

That particular day was all about grilled tenderloin steaks - medium rare - with a lovely topping of bleu cheese and sauteed mushrooms.   He nearly stroked out watching us eat as he sipped on his protein shake and had green salad.
 
We love him, but everyone dreads his presence.   He is determined to save us all from ourselves, one baked Brie at a time.

So cut to today around noon.

 
I am sitting at the stop light and looked over to the car at my right.   And who do I see but The Annoying Fitness Cousin digging into a McDonald's bag and shoving an entire fist full of French fries in his mouth and then wiping his hand on his shirt.
  
I sat there with mouth open until he turned and noticed me, which then prompted me to smile and wave.

 
Oh man do I love my life.

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Posted by Foodwhore at July 21, 2004 02:11 PM