Finding My Balance Without Cheating Myself at the Table

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In LaBouffe, I talk about what I really eat, not what I’d like people to think I eat. With my delivery-driver schedule, my days aren’t planned down to the minute, so I’ve learned to look for balance without kidding myself. I might leave early, make trip after trip, eat later than expected, then come home hungry and craving something simple, good and straightforward. I’m not looking for perfection on my plate; I’m looking for something more solid than that: enough energy to keep going, enough enjoyment not to see meals as a chore, and enough common sense not to get carried away by nonsense. For me, balance isn’t about eating light at all costs; it’s about eating what makes sense for my day, my body and my mood. I come from a pretty direct relationship with food: I like what nourishes, what brings people together, what tastes good without pretending to be something it’s not. Football and barbecues have taught me that in their own way: after physical effort, I know how to appreciate a proper meal, and around a fire, I quickly see the difference between eating just to fill up and eating to share. So I try to stick to that simple, honest approach. I can enjoy a generous plate, but I make sure not to forget the quieter meals, the vegetables, the water, the time to eat without rushing. I’m not giving some grand lesson; I’m talking about my everyday life, with its indulgences and its good habits. That’s my balance in LaBouffe: a way to stay grounded, speak honestly, and keep the pleasure without losing sight of the goal.