For Good Measure: A Dieter’s Tale
09 Mar 2010 2 Comments
in Random Ramblings Tags: diet, girlfriend, measure, pictures, pie, plan, sister
I had a conversation with my Seester this evening. It went something like this: 
Me: Hey Seester…I started a new diet today.
Seester: Awesome! What did you decide to try this time?
Me: Well I decided to eat whatever I want, and here is the trick. I simply put everything I want to eat in a 3/4 measuring cup. It’s about the size of my fist. From what I have read that is a portion, and really I think it’s all about portions.
Seester: Sweet! If a donut can smash into a measuring cup I can eat that right?
Me: Why not? I think as long as you eat less than 6 measuring cups a day it will all balance out.
Seester: So if you smash a piece of pie into that cup will it still be worth it? I mean, gross…it won’t even look like pie.
Me: Hmmm…good point. But it will taste the same right? Just close your eyes and grab a spoon.
Seester: Oh shut the front door, pie is pie. Screw the spoon I would just lick it right out of the cup.
This is the millionth conversation I have had with my seester about diets. If there is a diet out there we have tried it. We struggle with our weight…It’s in our jeans. Hers are just large, but mine are extra huge. So when I call her to tell her the newest idea or book I am into we laugh and make a joke about it. Not that we don’t support each other in our adventures, but we have to keep a sense of humor about it or we would both most likely die of manic depression.
Recently a girlfriend of mine came up with a genius diet plan. You eat what ever you want to the point where you put it in your mouth and chew. Then you just spit it out! The flavor is really all you want from the snicker’s anyway right? So when you feel like you have to be bad and eat something sweet…chew it up and spit it out. You get the idea. Yeah, we decided this might be embarrassing in public.
The problem is no matter how bad I want to lose weight, I can’t seem to find the right mix of life to back it up. There are a million excuses that I could make for my weight problem, but I know that ultimately it is up to me to change. I think this past weekend was my catalyst. PICTURES! Oh yeah…. Not the cleverly posed ones that my husband the Photographer does that make me look awesome. He is a whiz at angles, and can shave 10 or 50 lbs off with just the right pose. No…These were candid shots.
Insert my awesome Sistercousin! Smart, thin, gorgeous, the body any girl would die for. The conversation surrounding the photos we did was centered around self-consciousness. “No I want to stand here. No…I want the back. Don’t show my arms ok? Wait…Let’s just all stand behind her!” Needless to say the only pictures I was really ok with were those. And that’s just not ok with me because I want to be the girl that everyone shoves to the front.
So, I started a new diet today.
Mar 10, 2010 @ 06:49:41
One of my good friends, who is an American (from Denver), said that when she first arrived in the UK she had real problems with restaurants. She always left them really hungry as the portions were ‘european’ rather than American. I think the problem is that American food culture itself is geared towards everyone eating a lot – that even if you wanted to eat less, you probably couldn’t. Your sister is onto a good thing, but maybe the execution could be a bit more elegant!
I lived in NY for a bit and I always found that I always got way too much when I ordered and I spent my time eating entreés and side orders – how crazy is that?
Mar 10, 2010 @ 07:25:22
America – Home of “SuperSize”… Yes this is most of the problem I would agree. The boy Nigel and I are now in the habit of sharing either a single meal or an appetizer when we dine out. It amazes me how much food this country lets go to waste…and to waist.