Scientists have discovered that our bodies need over 1,500 calories per day just to stay alive and healthy. That means finding and eating food every single day, my friends. Every. Single. Day. There is no holiday when it comes to nutrition. It's my understanding that some people have maintained the required intake for over one hundred years. That's right, a century. The all-time record is 122 years. Almost unbelievable.
Forty-nine straight years is a noteworthy achievement. But just between me and my readers, I have actually been able to considerably exceed the required calories for extended periods. Nutritionists have referred to this condition as "being a lard-ass."
But it has not all been peaches and cream. One day back in '08, I overslept and had to skip breakfast. I'd planned to make up for it at lunch, but a meeting ran long and I didn't make it to the cafeteria in time. Running on nothing but a cup of coffee all afternoon, I stumbled home, wan and nearly delirious, barely able to hoist my shaking frame onto the couch. There was no way I was going to be able to get to the kitchen and make a sandwich. Things looked truly grim, but then my wife came in with a box of donuts. All was saved.
That has not been my only close call, but I have cheated death again and again by doggedly pursuing sources of food each and every day for these 49 years. Finding food in places where normal people would never think to look is one of the characteristics of us food-marathoners. I've eaten hot dogs at ballparks, bowls of rancid peanuts in roadhouses, and once ate the butt end off a loaf of whole-grain bread. These are extreme measures, but once you get a long streak built up, you're willing to take more and more risks to keep it going.
I don't want to jinx it, but making it an even 50 years is looking more possible every day. I will definitely blog about it, but you'll probably see it in the news. Stay tuned.