I just had a conversation with a friend who has known me since high school:
C: “Low carb?! How much weight do you want to lose?!”
me: “I don’t, I have to go on this diet for medical reasons.”
C: “Oh, that makes more sense… because I always thought you were happy with your weight!”
What she says is true, I am happy with my weight. BUT who doesn’t want to look like Gisele (ugh, she drinks wine and has an artsy website) or Alessandra (her page is just annoying)? Especially because I run and lift weights and play sports and eat healthily, I think I should be thinner, have less belly fat, and the abs I work so hard on should SHOW.
At the same time, I’m of the school that you flaunt what you’ve got, and you have to confident in your skin, and you have to love yourself no matter what. Apparently this has worked for me, since some of my closest friends think I am happy with my weight.
The fruits-n-veggies of The Cleanse were fun for me. I learned new ways to cook. But the lean meat, fish, chicken, and eggs of The Low-Carb Diet are not fun. I don’t like meat that much. So if I’m going through this much suffering, I better lose some serious weight! (I found out that on The Cleanse I lost 6 pounds in three weeks. South Beach, a similar diet, promises 8-13 pounds in two weeks.) And it better lower my fasting blood sugar. Because this is not a lifestyle, this is a damn diet, and I’m so against those.
2008 has shaped up to be a year of things I never thought I’d do: go on a cleanse, run a half marathon (why bother running that far?!), eat only free-range meat and chicken, and now go on a DIET. I’m a damn crunchy granola hippie. What else is next?