Insidious Adaptation

The coolest guy I ever knew was a senior in high school when I was.a freshman. He was the quarterback for the football team, good looking, also had one of the hottest girls in high school as his girlfriend, at the time seemed larger than life, and he was a pretty nice guy as well. Deservingly so, I was, "bullied" in my first year in high school, to the defense of the perpetrators, I had a mouth and was of a larger build, so I may have deserved it. This guy did not give me any of this sort of attention, he had other things to do, he was just smooth and anytime I talked with him, seemed respectful, but yet, still cool. This guy went on to play football at a small, liberal arts college and I had ran into him throughout life since, he has seemed to maintain that, "coolness," I so looked up to as an inadequate youth, now as an inadequate adult. What is it about a, "cool" person that makes them so? Like, even as I was describing him, reflecting back on act...

The cycle repeats, like a piston in a car engine commercial. A revolution-movement, pumping the metal on repeat, the intensity depending on the demand that must be met by the driver’s needs. I am not a mechanic, my crude understanding of engines is maxed out in this description, however I do know food and I somewhat understand behaviors, just enough to assist people in seeing their own patterns, intent on gaining an understanding and coping more efficiently the next time. No, I am not a doctor either, for that, to me, would be a waste. Rather, I am a person who has survived, for the time being, their own tumultuous patters of “disordered” eating. The quotes are necessary because the patters are no longer based on my opinions but rather clinical guidelines for which I meet.  This doesn’t matter though, for unlike the piston which is forced in and out, never deviating, I have a choice to interject, interfere with my path of trajectory, no longer succumbing to the same thing on r...