Page 16 - Eat The Fat Off (John Rowley) : Flip It & Read It

I grew up right outside of New

York City. My pops had this

Grecian pal named Alexandros.

He turned us on to his native

way of eating early in my life.

We’d enjoy these delicious fatty

meals late at night.

Memories I’ll never forget. The laughter. The pure joy of eating.

We were all slim, strong, healthy.

I just thought it was normal. Was I ever wrong…

My youthful arrogance led me to a triple

bypass

and near-death experience

I left home at 19 and fooled myself into thinking I was smarter
than those “old folks.” I studied to be an exercise specialist. I got

into low-fat diets… calorie counting… long bouts of hard workouts...

It wasn’t long before I forgot about my roots. For a while my crazy

êtness lifestyle worked. In my 20s and early 30s I was pretty êt. I

was miserable, eating a diet êt for a Spartan and having no social

life, but I was êt.

And then about when I turned 40, it was as if God Himself ëipped

the light switch oé just to teach me a lesson.

My whole life fell apart.