I was overweight and not a happy guy. I had athletic friends that gave me suggestions every day. I tried going to the gym. Working out and then sitting in the steam room with a rubber suit hoping the fat would melt off.  The workout routines and rubber suit didn’t drop the weight. My next idea was to join a hiking group. But I wasn’t in shape and almost fell to my death climbing over a rock cliff in upstate New York. The real problem was I kept eating. The diets suggested by friends who had lost weight didn’t work with me.

What makes the omelette taste so good you go back for more?  The answer is obvious: the attitude of the chicken before the egg becomes your breakfast.