Ah, astrology. I like these descriptions of my sign. We are a hard fish to pin down and if you keep us out of the water too long, we die.

The Pisces man
The combination of being a man and a Pisces can be a slightly uneasy one, because of those collective stereotypes which still haunt us despite our progress. This man won't drag you by the hair into his cave (you may have to drag him, if you're in a hurry), or rush off to hunt woolly mammoths while you stand over the cooking pot. He's probably a better cook than you are, and rigid relationship roles don't interest him. Some Piscean men run in terror from their underwater visions into a brittle rationality which demands statistics, definitions and proofs. These are the dogmatic Piscean materialists who have no tolerance for what they call "irrationality" in others.

It's sad to see a Pisces man betray his soul in this way. Some Pisces men go to the other extreme. Then you have a man who wants a strong partner to support and take care of him while he's writing the eternally unfinished novel or contemplating the job he'll never actually apply for. He's the passive victim, abused and betrayed by a cold and brutal world, looking for sympathy and someone he can manipulate. But when you meet a Pisces man who has both self-respect and the courage to accept his vulnerability, then you have found a rare and wonderful creature. This is the anti-hero, the gentle fighter, the poet, the sensitive lover.

The Pisces man loves to feel "understood". This isn't a sign of strong physical passion as much as sybaritic sensuality. Allowing himself to strike up an interesting, sympathetic conversation, and then allowing himself to be seduced by good wine, soft music, satin sheets and erotic underwear is vastly preferable to heroic conquests. Pisces is as happy being a passive lover as he is being, literally or figuratively, the one on top - it all depends on how he feels in the moment. Often he will play the buffoon or the clown.

People love to protect him. He can protect himself perfectly well, but it isn't always in his interest to let you know that. Trust him and you'll bring the best out of him. See only his "unreliability" and he'll have trouble trusting himself. He doesn't usually trust himself anyway, since he understands the extremes of human nature better than anyone. Accuse him of something, and he'll go out and do it, just to please. His way of fighting is not to fight; it's to bend so far backward that you fall on your face.

Passive resistance is a technique dear to the Piscean heart. But don't think he can be easily dominated. His world doesn't include words like "dominant" and "submissive". He may play pliant because he can really empathise with your point of view, or it just isn't that important to him to draw blood. Try to dominate him and you'll discover you're empty-handed. He's simply drifted away, without a fuss.

If you like having all your decisions made for you, don't choose a Pisces. If you want someone whom you can bully, don't choose a Pisces for that role either. Now you see him, now you don't. No promise means anything to him if the fundamental values of the relationship have been abused. And just what are those values? Well, for one thing, they're about a genuine, even if intermittent, touching of souls, of vision, of something so subtle and intangible that even the word "love" isn't a very good description.

He can see through power-games pretty quickly. For a while, he'll probably empathise because he understands better than you why your own insecurity makes you play them. But go on for too long and he just won't be there the next morning. No note, no phone call. Just gone, like the fish vanishing in the depths.

If you want a relationship where you can get a glimpse of what mystics throughout the centuries have called "union with the One", then choose a Pisces. Even if he isn't overtly mystical and never thinks about such things, he has the power to open up mysterious depths in you. Being so strongly empathetic, he can thaw even the most frozen heart, just by being there and saying nothing. With his profound intuitive understanding of human nature, you're never likely to be taken for granted or treated like an object. You get to be a fellow complex suffering and dreaming and aspiring human. And that's worth a lot.

I ’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
~Emily Dickinson

I blame “High Fidelity” for this question, but recently my friends started devising their top 5 list of female celebrities to, well, I don’t know. I had to put some thought into it. All the other guys where all about Anna Kournikova and the usual “hot” celebrities. I’ve really had to put some thought into my list. I’ve never been the one night stand type, so I tried to think of women that where complex, interesting and not your typical definition of beautiful. So, in no particular order…


The one everyone saw coming. I have had a crush on her since “Reality Bites”. Janeane Garofalo. Short, bitter, not out to impress anyone. I swear we must be soul mates. Although, from an astrological standpoint, we’re completely wrong for each other. So, I move on to Bjork. She’s small and weird and a Scorpio, so we might work well together. Speaking of astrology, there are two women who share my sign that make the “list”. I’m sure Lisa Loeb will come as no surprise to anyone. This fellow Pisces has her own distinct style and is a talented singer and songwriter. The only strikes against her are Zappa's kid and an obsession with Hello Kitty.

Another fellow Pisces in the top 5 is Lili Taylor. Yes, you’ll have to look her up because she has quietly been one of Hollywood’s unsung heroines. Apparently, she use to date Michael Rapaport and he was actually picked up on charges for abusing the poor girl. So Rapaport better stay out of my way. Probably the coolest thing about Lili, aside from being a great actress, is the fact she was born on the exact same day as Kurt Cobain.

As far as top 5 celebrities actually in my age group, Ginnifer Goodwin is the only contender. She was great in “Mona Lisa Smile” and really stole the movie from all those other big name stars. She is a southern belle and a classically trained actress, so what isn’t to love there?

I think that rounds out the top five. Honorable mention goes out to Daria, Shakira and Laura Prepon. Of course, Daria is a cartoon, Shakira likes to dress like a hooker and Laura Prepon and I have the same exact birthday. So I don’t think a relationship would work out with any of them, as for other finalists, who knows?

John Kerry is not my president…. at least not yet. I’m a little perplexed as to where this guy came from. I was all about Wesley Clark and still am, although I think his star is fading. I thought he really had a chance considering he is a general (which would go over well here in the southland since we love guns) and he had the endorsement of the man who made a movie about how bad guns are. What a perfect paradox. I was sort of dreaming about a Clark ticket with John Edwards as vice president. It doesn’t look like that will happen any time soon though. I think that combination would be unstoppable. Truth is the Democratic Party members seem to think in terms of themselves and only themselves. By that, I mean their scope is limited to New England liberals. I’m predicting right now that if they run Howard Dean or John Kerry, they will undoubtedly loose the election by a landslide. As much as they might both make great leaders and both speak their minds and stick to their guns and all the things we like to have in a candidate in an ideal world, the reality is we do not live in an ideal world. The only democrats I see standing any chance of getting the votes from regular folks is Clark or Edwards. You have to remember that most of the country doesn’t live in a city and 90% of us live paycheck to paycheck in some hole in the wall three states away from anything glamorous. That’s the voter you want and need to turn this country around. A guy endorsed by Ted Kennedy isn’t going to sway the silent majority.

OK, I’m not one to give advice on much. I doubt I’ll ever be regarded as an expert on dating especially and including dating etiquette. Yesterday, I had a blind date. I met this girl online and trust me when I tell you that this is no way meet people. I have tried a few times over the years and it has always been a disaster. So anyway, this girl and I met up yesterday. I spotted her first and realized she was not at all what she made herself out to be. So, I started to slink off and then I realized how mean and shallow that is and how much I would hurt if I was in her shoes. Two things for you ladies out there. The first is this; if you have hairy cleavage, do something about it. If you cannot be brought to wax, shave, Nair or otherwise shorn the lawn, then at least tuck them behind a sweater or something. My second piece of advice is simple. If you are meeting someone for the first time, you might not want to mention your time as a drug addict or your obsession with serial killers. On second thought, do mention those things, because they’re probably both things you want to be upfront about. Luckily, I got a stomach flu to take my mind off the dating scene. Today’s goal, get back on solid food. Tomorrow, find Mrs. Right.

I swear the Pope reads my Blog. As if on cue, he issued this. I'll be the first to agree with him that kids don't need to be watching so much TV and yes, the Bravo network has gone gay crazy. He seems to have forgoten what his boss said about judging others. Truthfully, I'd let Nathan Lane babysit my kids any day of the week, but I probably would think twice about leaving them alone with a priest. Sad, but true.

Flash is so amazing. What will they think of next.Click me

In the words of Ben Harper "How I wish you could help us Dr. King"

It is truly amazing how fast time whips by you. Its been a decade since my favorite show went off the air. Its also been 10 years since placentas were mentioned in pop hits. It really scares me to think how quickly the world can change. It seems like yesterday that Chris Farley was making us laugh and Elliot Smith was writing great music. Yesterday, Captain Kangaroo died. In the last year, we lost Mr. Rogers and Johnny Cash. It really brings to light how short, sweet and very poetic life can be sometimes. You do get one shot at this mortal coil (or thus goes the popular opinion). I suspect the next 10 years are going to go even faster. It seems like you get so preoccupied with your job and the little crises that make up life that you hardly realize how quickly it is flying by. I have a lot to look forward to. Hopefully, I’ll get married and have a family (yes, some of us males actually look forward to this). I just hope that I’ll remember to treasure the little moments as they rush by me.

These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday.
~REM

Not for the faint of heart, but worth a look. I try and keep this blog pretty clean, but I came across this shot that someone emailed me. I don't think there's anything wrong with nudity. I do, however, think its pretty sick to smoke when you're so obviously pregnant. I'll never look at Catherine Zeta-Jones the same way again. I was never a fan, but now I am anything but a fan.

Man, religion is a strange place. I have run the gamut from general apathy to strong Christian to completely confused. It doesn’t help when you have people like THIS out there making things difficult. So, I dare tread into questions about God on my blog. That’s like discussing photosynthesis with a donkey. In fact, that analogy doesn’t even do the injustice justice.


I read a book a while back that I thought was great. You can find it HERE. It’s a heavy read for those of you who might be casually entertaining the idea of a higher power. If you’re like me and have faith, but no spiritual home, it might turn you on to a few theories. Personally, I think the Pope has just about jumped the shark. He goes around decrying birth control when the nations that need it most are the third world ones that are predominantly Catholic.


On the other hand, the big haired ladies on TBN put the fear of God in me and for all the wrong reasons. Where to go? I know some Catholics, Baptists, Episcopalians and so forth that are some of the most faithful, kind and downright “Godly” people on the earth. I also know my fare share of slime balls that throw God’s name at you like you’re the fat kid in dodge ball. Even worse still, I know a few Atheist, Muslims, Buddhists, Jews and Taoist who exhibit God’s grace better with one toe than Pat Robertson has ever done with a lifetime of service.

When the world ends, collect your crappy album you're coming with me. Dave Matthews where art thou. OK, maybe he has been bad all along and the very talented people behind him drowned that factoid out. Maybe parenting has made him soft. Maybe he rocked the ganja a little too hard. Whatever the case is, this solo album is awful. Really, sucks doesn't even do it justice, but its the only word that comes to mind right now. I'm usually not lost for words. I was willing to let the ho hum "Everyday" slide by, but come on...worse yet, Trey Anastasio gave this thing his seal of approval. You both can do better than THIS.

I was thumbing through the paper today when I noticed a story about a 16 year-old that works at Publix. Apparently, the young man found a purse and turned it in. Turns out it had $3,000 in it. The story took me back to a time and place when I work at the very same Publix and I was a fresh faced 16 year old myself. Today, I’m using phrases like “young man” to describe other people and dreading my impending 10 year high school reunion. How quickly things have changed!

This story made me wonder if I am the same person I was at 16. Then, I would have gladly and dutifully taken the purse inside to the store manager. In fact, during my tenure as a “Front Service Personnel” I refused to take tips, despite the fact all the other kids did just that. In my late 20s, I have a sneaking suspicion I wouldn’t follow in this young man’s footsteps. Of course I would never take the purse or its contents, but I think I would be a little more suspicious of others. I would have to wonder if the manager of Publix is trustworthy enough to turn the purse over to its rightful owner. I’m sad to say even a small part of me would be afraid to pick up a strange purse, especially in this age of heightened security.

What went wrong? The mid-90s seem like yesterday when I viewed the world with the wide-eyed abandoned. Those were the days when smoking was frowned on, but not yet illegal. Fashion was an even playing field since all the grunge kids shopped at thrift stores. I’m sorry to admit I wore my share of summer flannel. Amazingly, in just over a decade, the world is a very different place.

Would anyone honestly believe that in 2004 we’d have another Bush in the White House, gay television would be all the rage and St. Augustine would have a Hooters? Back then, cellular phones where only found in luxury cars and were laughably humongous by today’s standards. The Internet was an exclusive club that required an M.I.T. degree or government clearance to access. Today, we casually email each other from our pocket phones.

Then again, things aren’t so different. We have another Bush in the White House. We’re back in Iraq. The economy has tanked. All the new bands on MTV are doing their best Kurt Cobain impression. At this rate, its only a matter of time Before Chumbawamba and raves make a comeback. It finally dawned on me that I was the one who did all the changing.


I think it happens to the best of us. One day you realize you’re watching more VH-1 and drinking more Starbucks. Chances are, this will hit you in the parking lot of a Bed Bath and Beyond or while your trying to think outside of the box at a staff meeting. On this day, I realized I have become everything I once hated. Just like the Hippies who abandoned their culture to become the Yuppies of the 80s, my Generation-X counterparts are the people who always have a cell phone in their ear while staring into a laptop. Perhaps we are not yet the captains of industry that our baby boomer parents where, but we’re on our way to declaring Jihad on our counter culture movement.

Where are the slackers? Nirvana had a tragic end and Beck seems to have resorted to writing easy listening music. Even Alanis doesn’t sound all that angry anymore. Is this the fate of every generation? Our anthems are now the fodder of Gap muzak. At 16, we didn’t dream of flying cars and electronic pets (which we now have). Instead, we dreamed of a world were the radio played something other than pop and we didn’t have to wear ties to work. What we got was casual Fridays and Nu metal. This is definitely not what Gen-X had in mind.

Maybe we asked for this? At what point does “alternative” cease being alternative? Abercrombie And Fitch’s latest line of clothes makes the grunge fashion of my youth look downright respectable. Compared to 90% of today’s hits, Rage Against the Machine sounds pretty harmonious. Did the Gen-X slackerdom usher in this new era of lackidasical enlightenment? If it wasn’t for “Beavis and Butthead”, then guys like Johnny Knoxville would be asking customers if they “want fries with that” instead of inking million dollar deals. We all have the original “Real World” to thank for the 8,567 reality TV shows on today.


I guess I could apologize for what has happen to society. I feel partly to blame. Just as our parents gave the world a peace movement and then went about the business of conforming, my generation left fashion a little sloppier, we took television to all new level of stupid and we made screaming into the microphone the preferred way of teenage angst expression. Really, there’s no need to apologize. No more than the Hippies should have to apologize for patchouli and tie-die. When the sloppy clothes and loud music of my generation made its début 10 years ago, it was a movement that had a soul.

If you unplugged Linkin Park's instruments, their music would lack 1/100th of the sincerity of Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged performance. Kids today dress just as poorly as my generation did. The main difference is they pay through the nose for their threadbare fashion. Our fashion statements came from our own creativity and not a corporate sweatshop. We stood up to conformist who said you must have a job, a nice car and a mortgage to be happy. 10 years later, too many of my contemporaries are signing on the dotted line to own the things they once despised, on credit no less.

Sure, we are mostly hypocrites who talked a good game about dropping out of society. In truth, our pledge wasn’t all that different than our parent’s generation. I have no doubts the Baby Boomers looked at Generation-X and laughed at what music we considered groundbreaking or what causes we considered worth fighting for. Mainly, we just fought to wear what we wanted and listen to our angry music and watch our stupid television shows. A decade later, society has finally caught up with us and our desires, beliefs and cares have changed. We have changed.

Maybe I’m just a bitter old man. Judging from MTV, nobody worth listening to is over 25. If you are a teenager and you have read this far, then take some advice that the older generation never gave us. Treasure every day of your youth and stand for what you believe in. Most importantly, enjoy this period in your life. Trust me, you don’t wake up one day and decide to assimilate. Instead, the world’s expectations are whispered in your ear until you give up the fight. It is only a matter of time before your music moves to VH-1 and you have to take the tongue ring out to get a decent job. The adult world isn’t total misery. I’m actually looking forward to “I Love the 90s” and flannel making the inevitable comeback. You might not understand what I’m talking about, but by the time it makes sense, it will already be too late.

Call it the “Quarter-Life Crisis” or just the result of getting pigeonholed into a career that has nothing to do with your degree. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very thankful to be employed in this economy. It just so happens that something I started doing as a college work-study has become my career at 27. I have worn many hats in my admittedly short time in the work force. I did a stint as a Clear Channel DJ. I worked tech support in Atlanta during the late 90s Information Technology boom. I even had an ill-fated attempt at teaching high school. My foray into the title of “Mr. Crosby” ended abruptly on September 11th, 2001 when my principle came in to do my first formal review. Honestly, my kids where fairly well behaved considering they all believed we were under an aerial attack and would soon fall prey to dropping planes. After that very traumatic day, I awoke to find that September 12th arrived without any further disasters, other than receiving my walking papers.


This recent bout is not my first crisis of career faith. After that lay off, I set out to find my “calling”. Until that day came, I believed teaching was what I was putt on this earth to do. The fall of 2001 found me 25, in debt to my ears and unable to find a job doing anything. I did briefly go back into radio to pay a few bills, but it didn’t take me long to realize that minimum wage and the overnight shift are more often than not the fate of America’s disc jockeys. Howard Stern I was not. I was, however, armed with a very tattered copy of “What Color Is My Parachute?” I started working through the workbook hoping to find the long elusive secret. Instead I found out I am an INFP. Basically, it meant that I was an idealist and a healer. Sort of like a chubby and unmotivated Gandhi.

Eventually, unemployment got the best of me and I found a job doing the very thing I left a few months earlier to start teaching. Honestly, I think I had a lot of promise as a teacher, but we live in the type of community where there would be no escaping a firing from appearing on my “permanent record”. Even with whatever explanation I could offer, teaching was not in the cards (believe me, I tried). So I was back to square one without any further understanding of my mission, calling or Holy Grail. I was thrilled to be employed. Nothing makes you appreciate the value of hard work like not having a job for a while.

Occasionally, I’ll do a Google search for “what should I do with my life?” Sometimes, the inquiry leads to a book or an intriguing article. Yet they are always penned by people as misguided as myself. Then, I feel a ping of guilt for even questioning my path. By the time my parent’s generation hit 27, they had children, a mortgage and sometimes two jobs. Me questioning my career calling met with little input or empathy from my parents. I work indoors, I have only one job and I get benefits. Where is the problem? Maybe I’m just the product of a generation of spoiled brats, or maybe I think I am “a beautiful and unique snowflake.” In reality I’m just another cog in the machine of civilized society.

The typical advice I receive from my elders usually goes something like “relax and enjoy your 20s.” That sounds great in theory, but this is my last chance to really sort out these personal conflicts, because something tells me at 30, if you haven’t already taken care of it yourself, some divine force hands you a wife, some children and a mortgage and you are then forced to accept your situation, because the family now depends on you. Good-bye grad school or backpacking in Europe or working in the Peace Corps. At that point, the adult title becomes very real and very permanent.

So maybe my generation is the crybaby tail end of Generation X (a title we never asked for by the way). Maybe we are afraid of buzzwords like commitment or responsibility. The truth is probably more balanced. I think my generation has tried to learn lessons from our parents. We are the first generation that hasn’t jumped feet first into marrying right out of college and taking an office job with the in-law’s company. Perhaps that was a better approach, because at least they were done with the responsibility of raising children in their 40s and were still young enough to enjoy convertibles and singles bars. Maybe this whole career thing is just a scam. Maybe we are not meant to enjoy what we do. After all, we do get paid to show up every morning.

Aside from the occasional irate customer, I’m pretty content doing what I do. Yet, I also feel like I’m just waiting to find that something more. I need an inner purpose. I need something that drives me. I have asked friends and family “what should I be?” I’ve prayed about it. I’ve asked virtual strangers what they think. I even started a masters degree to see if I could “fake it until I make it” in Information Systems. Yet, each morning, I have to get up and look in the mirror and ask myself “who are you?” Hopefully, someday, I will get an answer back.

Well, it is that time again. Another new year has
come and like millions of 21st century desk dwellers,
I’m on the hunt for a way to drop a few pounds and
fast. I have given the diet idea plenty of lip service,
but it wasn’t until a surprise letter came in
the mail this week that I got serious about my quest
for the perfect regimen.

Last week, I gave blood at the local blood bank.
There supply was critically low. According to the
blood bank employees, it has been the worst month on
record. So, I made my donation and didn’t think
anything of it. Well, today I received a letter in the
mail from the blood bank. Of course, that can never be
good news. My mind raced with the millions of possible
life threatening illnesses that could be coursing
through my veins. Was this a letter asking, no
imploring, me to never give blood again?

With paranoid mind and shaking hand, I opened the
envelope and found out the blood bank was now giving
back to donors. This was a head’s up on my cholesterol
level. When I saw the figure of 217, something didn’t
seem right. So, I read the letter again carefully and
found out I was “borderline.” Most people in our
fast food society wouldn’t think 217 is so bad. The
figure startled me. See, I’m only 27 and I had
open-heart surgery as a toddler, so I had to take this
seriously. My weight loss goal just made top priority.

Like all good investigators these days, my quest
began on the Internet. Sure this is the place devoted
to refinancing every mortgage, enlarging every man's
um, pride, and promising a camera in each dorm room. I
knew if there was truth to be found it would be found
on the Internet. Boy did I find some truth! The
general consensus is that heredity is the biggest
culprit among cholesterol’s 200 + club. I had one
strike against me since my father, aunt and most of my
relatives fight this battle. In the last year, I had
managed to quit smoking and join a gym. Despite
looking more like Danny and less like Arnold, I do
make use of my gym membership.

I was down one, but up two on the checklist of
cholesterol culprits. My next step was to find out
what dietary changes I can make to lower my
cholesterol and loose weight. What I found was a whole
lot of nothing. I immediately felt like Dorothy trying
to get directions from the Scarecrow. One website
advocated a low-fat, high-carbohydrate diet based on
the “you are what you eat” principle. Another
advocated a high-fat, low-carbohydrate diet with the
same promises of weight loss and low cholesterol.

In order to get to the bottom of this conflicting
information, I visited the Internet home of the
biggest trend going this season (no, it wasn’t the
“Queer Eye For the Straight Guy” website). I made my
way over to www.atkins.com. If you haven’t heard about
Dr. Atkins and his diet revolution, then you have been
living in a cave in Afghanistan. After sifting through
the praises for Dr. Atkins’ program, I finally found
an article addressing cholesterol.

In a nutshell, the Atkins plan doesn’t cause a huge
dip in your cholesterol level, but instead promises
and increase in HDL (also know as the “good
cholesterol”). Of course, most medical professionals
would point out to you that the increase is HDL is the
result of an increase in fat in your diet brought on
by the very liberal intake of animal products. HDL is
the cholesterol that cleans out all the bad
cholesterol, otherwise known as LDL. Atkins’ arguments
about weight control made sense, since my own yearlong
foray into vegetarian living resulted in a 10-pound
weight gain.

After a promising look around on the website, I
remembered that I know quite a few people who have
tried the Atkins diet. Almost every one of them had to
battle headaches, overwhelming cravings and most ate
something as innocent as a bowl of rice, only to find
the pants they were wearing immediately became
tighter. What is the point of a diet you can never
live with, since the new wisdom is lifestyle changes,
not diets, work best?

I was back to square one with Atkins. I figured
since the long-term effects of this way of eating are
unknown (the Atkins nutritional approach isn’t much
older than I am) I would look to see what the health
experts advocated. One guru of the traditional low-fat
and high-carbohydrate diet is Dr. Dean Ornish. I
wondered over to his website hosted by Web MD.
Doctors, I thought, would know the answer. My own
uncle is a doctor who specializes in the study of
diabetes and he is always a wealth of nutritional
advice. So, I sought Dr. Ornish’s wisdom.

The Ornish lifestyle is about as extreme as the
Atkins diet’s induction period, except, it’s the exact
opposite. Instead of a traditional low-fat diet including grilled
chicken and fish, Ornish advocates a strict regimen of
no meat, low-fat dairy in moderation and more natural
carbohydrates like whole grain breads. Basically, if
it taste good, it is bad for you. Additionally, Ornish
stresses daily exercise and meditation in the form of
yoga. This all makes great health sense, but who can
maintain that lifestyle? I have a friend who runs
marathons and is in phenomenal shape, but he still
drinks the occasional Coke or (gasp!) beer.

I suspected the truth lies somewhere in the middle.
My searches lead me to Dr. Barry Sear’s Zone Diet.
The basic principal of the Zone is that you eat
several small meals a day and each one has a balance
of carbohydrates, proteins and fat. It makes great
sense and seems pretty logical. No food is banished
from this way of eating and it has some great
principals on moderation. In fact, the website
www.zoneperfect.com gives seekers a “quick and dirty”
way of doing the Zone. Your protein intake should be
the size of your palm and if you eat a good
carbohydrate (like broccoli) you get two fists worth
and a bad carbohydrate (like anything you would
actually WANT to eat) you eat one tight fist worth.
Simple enough.

The problem with the Zone is that in the real world,
it isn’t that cheap to get a palm size amount of
protein 5 or more times a day. You can modify the Zone Diet
into a block method which makes sure you get the
perfect nutritional balance for the day, but after
reading this section of the website, I realized why I
don’t have a math degree from Georgia Tech. This diet
is a permanent commitment to measuring and guessing
your food intake. Counting calories would be
easier and most “experts” agree that is the only sure
fire way to loose weight and be healthy.

In the end, there are thousands of diets that base
their principals on when you eat or what foods you
combine. There really is no consensus. The same
medical establishment that gave us the food pyramid
once told us there’s nothing wrong with smoking.
The truth is, no one really seems to have the answer,
yet every dietary expert is passionate about his or
her own beliefs. Maybe I’ll just go back to drinking
coffee and smoking all day. It doesn’t improve your
overall health, but it does make shopping for
fashionable clothes easier. In the age of $4 coffees
and public smoking bans, I think I’ll just keep eating
what I want and let my insurance company buy me a
gastric bypass for Christmas next year.