“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” ~ Kate Moss
Personally, I think her bony ass is full of shit….but, it took me awhile to figure that out.
Throughout my twenties, I did my fair share of fad dieting. The South Beach Diet, the Cleveland Clinic Diet, Slim Fast and the Hydroxycut and Coffee diet I invented myself. Which was kind of my take on the Super Model diet (champagne and cocaine), but since I couldn’t afford cocaine, or champagne, I doubled down on the uppers and I’ll be honest, how I didn’t die of a massive heart attack, I’ll never know.
If I could go back in time, I’d just smack the post closing time Taco Bell, taco supreme out of my hand and suggest fewer buttery nipple shooters, in lieu of torturing myself during day time hours. But, wisdom comes with age, or so they say.
I began my journey of unsustainable dieting after gaining a few pounds at my first office job post college. I didn’t make a lot of money and so my food options were pretty limited.
Most of the time, I lived off Ramen Noodles, or Spaghetti noodles with butter. When I had a little extra cash, I bought a few Banquet TV dinners and ninety-nine cent frozen pizza’s. I ate whatever was cheapest, which meant I mostly ate crap.
The office was relatively small and the owner of the business liked to take us out for lunch a few times a week. I quickly learned that if I ordered intelligently, I could squeeze several meals out of the leftovers.
This meant, I almost always ordered a hearty pasta dish, since the servings are typically larger compared to that of a salad or sandwich. I also learned I could steal other people’s leftovers.
Every Friday, the office supplied bagels from a fancy bagel shop, along with a selection of gourmet cream cheeses. I took my morning bagel and then casually returned to the kitchenette to snatch up the extra’s for home; hiding them behind piles of paper I had clutched to my chest and in my purse while trying to make it look like I was just on my way to/from the bathroom.
Once, I pulled a container of cream cheese, with approximately one tablespoon of Pumpkin Spice remaining in it, out of the trash….because that’s wasteful and I had no shame.
And then there were the birthday celebrations and the grocery store sheet cakes that came along with them.
After the “party,” I liked to volunteer to clean-up the break room, not because I liked to be helpful, but because I could wrap up the rest of the sheet cake and take it home with me.
So yeah, it didn’t take long before the one pair of Jaclyn Smith black work pants I owned, started crying at the seams.
One of my co-workers, Ned, a middle aged guy with horribly bad breath, suggested I give Atkins a try. The fact that a middle-aged man I worked with commented on my expanding waistline, is a whole other thing.
Anyway, he’d been an Atkins devotee for most of his adult life….long before the diet peaked in popularity.
I was immediately lured in by the idea that I could go to McDonald’s, order a whole bunch of cheeseburgers, and all I would have to sacrifice would be the bun.
So….what you’re saying is that I can fry up a package of discount hamburger from Aldi’s, smother it in cheese and eat the whole thing in one sitting?
I could eat an ENTIRE carton of eggs?
ALL the bacon?
It sounded so easy and I was all about easy.
I never made it to ketosis.
Shortly after I started the induction phase, Ned was hospitalized with a serious illness that had something to do with his butt-hole falling out. Apparently, he wasn’t properly supplementing his fiber intake all those years on Atkins and the result was, Butt-Hole Fall-Outis.
I’m sure there was an actual medical term for whatever was happening and I’m sure there was more to the story, but all I heard was “Its like his butt-hole is falling out.”
Even though I didn’t really give much thought to my own butt-hole on a regular basis, it seemed the kind of body part a person would like to keep and so that was enough for me to hop off the Atkins bandwagon….immediately.
On my way home from work, I stopped in at the grocery store for a family sized can of Beefaroni and a bunch of banana’s, that I began to devour the second I got into my car, while clenching my butt cheeks together.
But still, it took years of fad dieting and failure, before I discovered that weight loss/maintaining a healthy weight did not have to include suffering and/or the elimination of food groups.
Eventually, I discovered simple calorie counting and for me, it’s made all the difference. Setting a reasonable and HEALTHY, per day caloric intake….along with exercise….has been key in helping me to maintain a healthy weight. It’s also significantly improved my overall energy level.
Knowing that I can essentially eat whatever I want….so long as I stick to my daily goal….helps me make better choices throughout the day (most of the time) and it allows me some slack when I want to indulge….all without sabotaging my efforts and throwing my bodily functions off track.
I’ve also learned a lot about food in recent years….the differences between calories, carbohydrates and cholesterol….and the best way to give my body the fuel it needs to properly function.
But let me be clear….ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, I have written here should be considered, or taken as advice. I don’t know anything.
I’m a cancer survivor and one of the benefits of that, includes a team of doctors and nutritionists who have given me new insights and instructions regarding my overall health these last six years. I do what they tell me, because cancer sucked. And whatever I have to do to prevent getting it again, I’ll do.
But, if you are on the look-out for great recipes that are healthy and don’t taste like cardboard, I am a huge fan of this lady: Skinnytaste.
I don’t personally know the author at Skinnytaste. No funds, or food, or favors of any kind have been exchanged for my referencing here here….I just really love her recipes and when I get compliments on her meals, I take all the credit, which is easier to do when you don’t actually know the other person.