Back in Town

Well, I'm back from Chicago, and ready to return to normal. I have not been able to stick to my eating plan for a week now, so I am ready to get back on track. The one thing I noticed was that every time one of my colleagues wanted to go somewhere, it usually ended up with everyone stuffing there faces with heavy food. I may have offended a few of them when I declined their offers to go to dinner later in the week. That's okay, I still have my health.
One of my co-workers is the same age as I am, the same height, but about 90 pounds heavier. He had an incident where he could not breathe and he was taken to the hospital. The doctor told him to start taking better care of his health. You would think that would have been a wake-up call since he has two young children and a wife. But, the next night, we went to a comedy show and afterward he offered myself and another colleague dinner at a hot dog diner. It was 10 P.M., so I respectfully declined, but the other co-worker went with him. The next day I heard stories about how much they ate last night; something like three chili cheese hot dogs a piece and some nachos. I did not want to preach, so I just internalized my thoughts. On the inside it sounded something like this: "You dumb son-of-a-#*&@*! Are you trying to die this week?!"
I know it is probably none of my business, but I think about the family he would leave behind. These days, I just think more about how my actions will affect my family and I try to take care of my health so that I can be there for support rather than be a burden.