Food For Thought

“Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.”

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The Fast & The Furious

The Husband & I when we had been together one year.

A blogger that I admire documented, with discourse & photography, his long diet & exercise regime as he changed his shape over the course of a year. I admire his accomplishment. I don't believe in diets, but I am in favor of changing eating habits. I have done it a few times in my considerable life. I became a vegetarian 30 years ago & I once gave up coffee for 15 years.

Since I have been on a full blast binge of espresso, whiskey & pizza for 4 years, I have decided to do a cleansing fast: nothing white, no flour, grains, rice, sugar, dairy or booze. 3 smart individuals in my company & a good friend have done this with real rewards of weight loss, clarity & focus. I could use all 3.

The Husband, with his tiny waist & mostly vegan diet, joined me to be of support. I believe his true intention was to show that he could go through this program as proof of his prowess at poise, sobriety & self-restraint, while I will most certainly fail. The Husband plans to point out the cheese on my chin, forgetting my resolve at self-denial. If I need to, I can have the countenance for abstinence of a nun.

15 days. The first 5 days: all the vegetables & fruit you wish. The middle 5 days: juice... all you can stomach & lots of water, & finish the last 5 days back with the veggies & fruit again. Today is the end of day 4.

The Husband has a decided advantage with his regular diet being close to this routine, minus the candy bars (I find the wrappers. He thinks I don't know.) & Americanos. I work around an astoundingly ambrosial array of fresh food for 45 hours a week. For me this adventure is akin to the scene in The DeVinci Code when Paul Bettany flagellates & thrashes himself.

15 days without alcohol. I have not gone 15 days without alcohol since, well... since I was 15 years old.

I will not being doing daily updates. I do not weigh myself. I only look in the mirror to trim nose hair. I just wanted you to know, dear readers, should you note that my posts are cranky, crazy or confused.

Food For Thought

It gives me pause, but...

What if the HOKEY-POKEY really IS what it's all about?