Letting go of the great obsession


Enough already.  You can’t turn on the television set or pick up a magazine without the headlines screaming – Lose Weight, Boost your Metabolism, Cut Calories, Count your Fat Grams, Dress to Look Thinner etc. etc. etc, ad nauseam.

For decades, companies have been selling “slim” — and Americans have been eating it up. CBS news reported this morning that Americans spend about $35 billion a year on weight-loss products, and we’re still overweight.

People on diets typically lose 5 to 10 percent of their starting weight in the first six months, researchers found. However, at least one-third to two-thirds of people on diets regain more weight than they lost within four or five years.

There are hundreds of web sites and millions of books devoted to dieting, tracking calorie intake and beefing up exercise regimens.  I should know, I counted 14 diet books in my pitiful personal library, and I’ve been gaining and losing the same 10 pounds since I was in college.  I feel like a white rat on a treadmill. Heck, I AM a white rat on a treadmill and not having much fun.

At our class reunion this weekend, they served hamburgers, french fries (real ones – not those crinkle cut Styrofoam things) and banana splits!  I couldn’t enjoy the retro meal because I got ill computing the calories.

Have we become a culture obsessed with dieting?   Have we lost our ability to enjoy our food and learn to “Dine” again?  I fear I have.

I’m sick of munching on carrot sticks and stringy celery with three raisins before going berserk and eating a chocolate bar, maybe two. I’ve had enough, and I’m not going to put myself through it any more.  I’m going into recovery where nothing is off-limits.

Today I will engage in something called “Normal eating” whatever that is.  I don’t have a clue.  I can’t remember the last time I just enjoyed a plate of pasta without guilt, or had a piece of fried chicken without flogging myself. Today, I’m going to KFC and having a piece of fried chicken AND  mashed potatoes AND corn on the cob.  I LOVE corn on the cob but never have it because of the high glycolic index.  Kerfluey.

But I will bring home my bucket and set the table with the good china and  sip my water from my mother’s good crystal.

Yes!  I’m going on the Dine Well diet.   No limits, no guilt.  Call it research. I bet you a dollar to a donut, I won’t gain any more weight than when I’m dieting – which is all the time.

Call it research.  I’m throwing away the scales and dumping the Slimfast – hideous stuff.  Stay tuned.

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