I would like to share with everyone my struggle with consistency around food. If you compared my life against others (a practice I am never in favor of but for argument sake will suggest), I would probably be considered a consistent person. Food is my downfall. I am overweight because I choose to be overweight. I eat food that I know is bad for me. Last night for example I abstained from getting dessert at the restaurant. When I came home, however, I saddled up to a bowl of ice cream like a crack addict on a crack pipe.I am not talking about normal bowl but a bowl large enough for a NFL linebacker. My wife, looking at me with astonishment as I sat in the dark making love to this bowl said, “are you ok?” I looked up ashamed and said, “look away, I am hideous”. She laughed and I continued eating. Unfortunately for me I was eating unconsciously to allow my food to handle my emotions. This is a very self destructive excersize.I wonder if people could have seen this 35 year old, attorney, entrepreneur and father eating ice cream in the dark like an obese gollum from the Lord of the Rings would consider me consistent? Good thing I don’t have a Krispy Kreme near my house or things could get publicly ugly. For now, I will seek the precious in the privacy of my own home.AH