Oxymoron

I am an oxymoron.  I always have been and I'm not quite sure how this happened to me.  Although I am well aware that a proper portion of meat is equivalent to a deck of cards I'll do things like have an entire T-bone steak for dinner complete with garlic mashed potatoes and vegetables with 2 glasses of wine.  Then I'll head over to the local bar for a vodka soda and a few shots of something tasty.  The very next day I'll start my day with 2 eggs and black coffee, run 5 miles and have 2 more high protein meals more appropriate to my size than yesterday's meal.

I have the occasional cigarette when I drink but sometimes I drink more than twice a week and "occasional" becomes anything but.  I'm also at the gym approximately 5 times a week and pretty religious about cardio and weights.  Then I'll get a hankering for a neon meal like a bag of Cheetos and a Mountain Dew.  But I'll bet your last dollar that I will happily snack on raw almonds and light yogurt the rest of the week and feast on grilled chicken, tofu and steamed vegetables and do it all with a smile.  

It's like I have that little devil sitting on my left shoulder.  You know, the one that's always on TV next to his angel counterpart on the right shoulder.  Only I think I have a demon sitting atop each wing on my back.