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I Am What I Ate. . .and I'm Frightened!!!: And other Digressions from the Doctor of Comedy

I Am What I Ate. . .and I'm Frightened!!!: And other Digressions from the Doctor of Comedy

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by Bill Cosby, George Booth (Illustrator)

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I Am What I Ate. . .and I'm Frightened!!!

And Other Digressions from the Doctor of Comedy
By Bill Cosby

Large Print Press

Copyright © 2004 Bill Cosby
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1594130426

Chapter One

I Am What I Ate

All those years. The youthful heart. The carefree, reckless taste buds. You see, to saturate or unsaturate depends on one's taste. And my taste buds have gotten me into more trouble. And you don't want to think about what all those things are doing to your body. How many pieces of scrapple? How many hot dogs? How many pieces of bacon? All those hoagies. All those steak sandwiches. Ice cream. Man! I'm terrified. I'm in trouble. Because I suddenly realize that I am what I ate, and I'm frightened.

All that butter. And some of it was just casual. Casual. Just sitting there. The butter was there. And the bread was there. So why not? Bread. With butter. It was casual. No harm. But there is no such thing as casual because it's on the side of my neck now.

Those mornings in the south of France at the Httel du Cap. After walking six miles. And I would buzz the room service waiter and he would come to the room and say:

"Round up the usual suspects, sir?"

Meaning four croissants. (Made in France, I'm telling you, which is like having a biscuit in Atlanta.) And a large cup of espresso with steamed milk. Along with the usual suspects comesbutter. We all know that in each croissant there's at least a quarter pound of butter. Nonetheless, I would take a patty and spread it on the croissant and then empty out two little things of blueberry jam and one thing of marmalade and mix them together and put it on top of the croissant. I would bite into it, sip on that coffee, and that mixture was fantastic.

But now the doctor is telling me I could have blockage in my carotid artery. The plaque. And it keeps on plaquing. And I thought to myself: Time is going by and this stuff is just plaquing up.

So the doctor sent me to a place where they put these things on my chest and I got on the treadmill and I started walking. And the treadmill increased every three minutes and after I reached 150 rpm of my heart per second, they yanked me off and they walked with me and I felt like somebody who'd been thrown out of a bar or something. Then they put me horizontal and they started to put instruments on the side of my neck, checking my carotid artery. And I heard these squishing sounds. When all the testing was over, I went back to the doctor and he looked at me and he said:

"You have a thirty percent blockage in your carotid artery."

That was not good news. And I was mad at myself. And so I said to myself: You started out with a clean carotid. Fantastic! Now look what you've done!

Believe it or not, even though my body was shaking and my brain was reeling, my mouth was watering. Which proves how stupid my taste buds really are. So I told my mouth: You will never have these things you like again. Water all you want, but you've had your day.

Blockage! Thirty percent blockage and more to come. Scrapple. One of the great tastes of all time. But if you want to squeeze it after you cook it, or just put it on a piece of paper, you'll be able to see your own carotid artery. I've seen a simple slice of scrapple cooked to a dark brown - then placed on a piece of paper towel - and the scrapple killed the paper towel. The grease clotted the paper towel. Turned it into a sheet of saturated carotid artery blocking glop.

I am what I ate, and it frightens me.

It's not a matter of one's left arm going numb, it's a matter of knowing deep down inside while we're running a machine on bad fuel that things eventually are going to happen to that machine. It's going to break down.

Thirty percent blockage! I can't afford to go with my taste buds anymore. I know it sounds pitiful. But when does one realize that the last dance was in fact the last dance and you don't have to dance anymore. That you have to tell the taste buds that was it. That the taste buds have to know, along with the memory, that if you want to live longer, just stop it. It's not as easy as one thinks. Because along with it comes the smell. So you begin to smell things, see them, your mouth waters. But you have to move on.

By the way, leave the people alone who are eating. There's no need for you to go from table to table and say: You know, you're blocking your carotid artery. There's no sense in getting angry when you see somebody older than you still eating it and they're okay. Their body is not the same as yours. And who knows? Maybe that person eating all those things might have the same percent blockage or worse. And they just said: "I don't care."

Please don't try to push them and hope they fall out of the chair so you can say: "That's the carotid."

Blockage! Oh, my goodness. Popcorn. With butter. Oh my goodness. Pancakes. With butter. And then the same meal would slide gracefully to eggs over easy between the pancakes. Bacon. And sausage. Forget the turkey bacon. Just get some good old-fashioned pork sausage. Espresso with steamed milk. Blueberry jam on the side to cover up the holes left by the syrup, places that the syrup missed. Never been big on milk shakes, but I have had my share. Pies and cakes. Lard ...


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I Am What I Ate...and I'm Frightened!!!: And Other Digressions from the Doctor of Comedy 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Fan4SFGiants More than 1 year ago
A Brilliant Masterpiece on overeating by Bill Cosby! If you're a Cosby Show fan,you'll love Bill Cosby's brilliant and humorous observations and explanations of eating and high cholesterol only the way Heathcliff Huxtable can put it! A must read for any Bill Cosby nut!
4AMomma More than 1 year ago
I bought this book at a tag sale shortly after being told I needed a colonoscopy (which I did not want). I read it in the car while I waited for the 'car-poolers'(my kids and their friends). At first I had trouble following along, but then I 'heard his voice in my head' and did just fine. I could even imagine his expressions as I read. My kids would ask me if I was 'taking drugs' or something because I would be laughing all by myself in the car.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Lots of funny and fun to read observations about the practical aspects of dealing with aging bodies and what we must try do to be well and what we do do to be human instead.
Guest More than 1 year ago
First and foremost, this is not a self help book nor does it claim to be. It is just a funny, funny book. How wonderful to have someone like Bill Cosby to get older with...
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought it was very good, I loved it, I think kids should read this book because Bill Cosby is very funny.
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Bil Cosby Rocks! May he live forever
Guest More than 1 year ago
A warm and funny book by the ultimate father of parenting humor. His observations are poignant, entertaining and humorous. It's Bill Cosby at his best.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought it was going to be about eating healthy, but it went from eating to drinking to smoking. It started off good but it went downhill all he way to the end of the book.