Tikkabik

I had an epiphany last week: Processed food makes me sick, really sick. Usually, my diet on the road consists of fast food, gobbled down quickly. It's no wonder that at previous E3s I've spent a good deal of my time in the bathroom. With the proliferation of Taco Bells, Carl's Jrs and In and Out Burgers across the Southland, it's amazing that anyone in southern California has a reasonable waistline.

Last week I mainly stuck to salads and tried to cut down on meat as much as possible, and was quite successful: I had less digestive problems than I even did at home the week before, let alone at E3 two years ago, which was fucking wretched. I joke a lot about John Han poisoning me. It's closer to the truth that I probably poisoned myself.

As a result, I'm making a commitment to cut down on the amount of processed food that I eat. I've been relying on frozen, fast food a lot because it's so damnably convenient, and intellectually I've long known how crappy that food is for you. It's just that in the last week of actually watching what I eat on a fairly regular basis, I realized just how shitty I felt while eating that bad stuff. GIGO, after all.

I'm not going to make any great resolution about losing weight or lowering cholesterol or blood sugar, although those would be terrific side effects of a healthier lifestyle that I'd love to benefit from. I just came to the realization that I've been poisoning myself with the crap I've been eating, and don't want to do it anymore.