Remember when I said I wasn’t going to talk about my diet? I lied. Truth is, I can’t help it. It’s become such a huge part of my every day, that I can’t help but talk about it. So huge in fact, my unconscious self (we’ll call her Lynn) has been sneaking Krispy Kreme donuts while dreaming.
For three days now I have been abiding by the South Beach Diet. Which means I haven’t had any bread, pasta, donuts, or wonderful and lovely, perfect potatoes of any kind. Admittedly, I have had some red wine. For the first two weeks booze is not allowed. A gal’s gotta have a little sugar, right? The strangest part about this-
other than allowing myself to some red wine from time to time-is that I’m pretty into it.
This morning Toby and I visited the supermarket and purchased a hundred bucks worth of (South Beach) diet-friendly goods. For the next two weeks my goal is to lower my insulin level. According to this diet, most of the cravings we have are based on how irrational our insulin levels are throughout the day. In other words, eating certain foods make us hungry. For two weeks I’m to eat items with a low glycemic index. For example, things like low-fat cheese, fish, veggies, and nuts are fine (meat, if you’re not a fishetarian). But items such as bread, fruit, baked goods, and cereals are out of the question. Fruit, I can introduce after the two weeks are up. Cereal and bread as well, but I have to make sure they are made with whole grains and not extremely processed flour.
I will be the first to admit that I am not a large girl. As a matter of fact, I’m of an average weight. But what really bothers me is that I USED to be a lot thinner. I used to be able to wear small dresses without feeling like I was overflowing, I used to be able to wear bathing suits without feeling uncomfortable. I used to feel fine with my body. And now I see it changing. While it’s not by much, I know that in time it could get out of my control. And becoming obese is not something I ever want to experience. Fearing my own reflection would be a horrible experience. And I am already starting to make faces at that reflection while exiting the shower or getting dressed for work. This sort of change is not what I was looking for. This sort of change must be undone.
What I’m saying is it’s all relative. If I feel too big, I should do something about it. And so I am. Regardless of how “average” I might really be to everyone else, I can’t watch myself go down the pooper at such a young age. (I can’t believe I’m sitting here making sure I don’t offend anyone by saying I’m on a diet. I get this feeling people scoff at those who aren’t overweight, but are instead not happy with themselves for reasons which may be personal, and not based on what the norm may be. While I may not have high cholesterol, nor am I worrying about having a heart-attack any time soon, I’m not happy with the changes my body has made).
But I digress. My goal is to lose 20 pounds, putting me at around 120. In college I was lucky to break one hundred, so 120 isn’t so bad. Plus, I could really spare some boobage.
All that said, from this day forward I will be taking pictures of one naked mihow (but not for public viewing, obviously) to compare the changes that happen to my body over the course of the next couple of months. And I’ll keep an online, written diary as well. After all, that’s what this is for, right? A diary that anyone can follow.
On a totally unrelated note, I wish to show that in our household even the cats know that Apple is the shit.