I think it is a good thing that for my life's profession, I never chose to became a chef.

I would have specialized in desserts. Cakes, doughnuts, pies, delicious puddings, custards and cheesecakes. Topped with Ice Cream, decadent sauces, or whipped cream.

Fancy lavish dishes loaded with way too many unhealthy calories and fats. Just sampling them through my work day, would really have increased my waist size.

Over time I think, I would have indulged so much that I would have trouble fitting through a door.

Not being a person of strong conviction when it comes to sweets, I can imagine myself becoming so large that I would be confined to my bed, depending on others to bring my food so I could be fed.

My cholesterol counts elevated to super high levels, laying around not getting any exercise, suffering from clogged arteries, causing my heart to work overtime.

I can see myself becoming bigger by the day, finally needing help changing my depends.

The pictures that are playing within my mind, show me something I would really not like to become.

So I am happy that for my occupation, I chose to be a truck driver instead.