Fat and Faddish
Tuesday, May 31st, 2005Well, my expanded waistline is once again depressing the heck out of me, and one of my classmates reports grand success starting on the low-carb diet plan with his fiancee. (8 pounds lost in the first week.)
So I’m leaping into my own experiment with the low-carb lifestyle. Last night I stepped on the scale for the first time in months to give myself a starting point for measuring progress. Let me tell you, that was a number I didn’t enjoy seeing–maybe for an I.Q., but not for weight!!*
Thus begins my foray into amateur atkins. I’m not looking forward to the temptations, especially considering that there is no way on this green earth that Matt will be giving up his chocolate or milk or bread at any time in the near (or far) future. Somehow I’d bet my classmate is aided by having his housmate share this diet with him. Oh well. That’s not the hand I’ve drawn, so I’d better just suck it up, y’know?
Earlier this afternoon, I was passing through the office lobby, where our admin keeps a jar of Utz pretzels for all comers and passersby. I am often one who partakes of those pretzels, so, without even thinking, I slowed my pace just enough to grab two on my way towards my own office door.
By the time I’d reached my desk, I’d realized how these salty snacks were now forbidden, so in the trash they went. I’m not thrilled about the waste, but hey, at least I resisted the temptation of "How much harm can two little pretzels do?!?" I’m sure the objective answer to that question would be "Not much," but the thought pattern involved in saiod question would likely lead me to numerous cheats and snacks, which would not end well, methinks.
* ObDisclosure: I honestly don’t know the actual range for I.Q.’s, so for all I know my poundage is still really pathetic on a 500-point scale, or actually exceeds the limit of a 150-point scale. Still, it makes for the sort of hyperbolic punchline to which I am so frequently wont.