Rebellious Adolescence Revisited
As everyone in earshot knows, for two weeks I’ve been on the Every Other Day diet. You do a semi-fast on, say, Monday/Wednesday/Friday, and eat normally (!) on the other days. In two weeks I have lost six or seven pounds (my scales like to tease me) and gained considerable smugness.
I have also been the biggest bore in the world, laser-focused, OCD about it all. I’ve recorded every morsel, kept calorie counts, micromanaged a food journal. Then on two “UP” days I scarfed 500-calorie burgers, even curly fries, and felt triumphantly rebellious. It was like playing hooky, only tastier.
In short, I have regressed to adolescence.
I know you may be thinking, “So what else is new? You’re always uppity about something.” But this is a new kind of rebellion in which there really is a Perceived Authority to rebel against: FOOD. Lovely, naughty, seductive foods have had a hold on me for too long. Now I’M in charge! (I could say Large and in charge, but that’s too close for comfort).
Still, a couple of nights I flipped the bird to the diet and had two small glasses of red wine (75 calories each) and two chocolate truffles (50 calories each, they’re kind of dry and cocoa-ish). So, who or what was I rebelling against then? The food? The diet?
As my waist begins to assert itself, I’m encouraged. I just created a new blank journal, a table in which to record the next two weeks. Maybe I’ll get relaxed about it all, give up this intensity. I’m so not an obsessive person. Well, except when I’m writing a book, and I’ve already given that up.
Though if you haven’t read Put Your Big Girl Panties On and Deal With It &/or Sizzling Sex in 30 Days, please do. Like dieting, I’d hate to think I did all that and nobody cared.
That absolutely will not happen with dieting. Robert the Goodman is cheering me on, and we have a shack-up at an elegant hotel planned for two weeks from now. I want to look good in, and out of, my black teddy.
Calories will not be invited to that event. I may undo some of my good work, but I intend to eat and drink whatever I want. Damn the diet! Full speed ahead!
Till then, though, cottage cheese and blueberries are my friends.
Hoping you are the same … Roz
