The other week, I did a little âdiet experimentâ on myself. After making fun of Kim Kardashian for doing the Atkins diet to lose her baby weight, some people reacted with a âdonât knock it âtil you try itâ attitude and I thought, sure, fine, Iâll try it.Â I want to lose about 10 lbs anyway.
I did a lot of research, did not consult a physician and started on the induction phase of the diet. Â On Atkins, induction is an intense two weeks that is supposed to jerk your body into ketosis. Because I hate commitments in general, it was the only phase I truly intended to do…unless I liked it. I did not. It sucked. I hated it. I failed. My breath smelled and I was tired. Meat started grossing me out really fast. There was nothing to eat. Instead of two weeks of induction, I did one and then went back to my normal fruit-eating ways. Carbohydrates and I will be together forever in a big way.Â Itâs super cool that low-carbohydrate diets work for so many people, but no thanks. Not for me.
Dizzy spells and the constant urge to pee aside, the worst part about Atkins was coming clean to people that I was dieting. Telling people that I was restricting my consumption was pretty embarrassing. At my current weight, most people wouldn’t call me fat (or thin). It wasnât a necessary diet by any means. Thatâs why it was an experimentâan experiment Iâd hoped would yield some vanity-fueled results, but still an experiment. It was critical that I explain that I was just testing it out to anyone who offered me a beer or a pastry. I didnât want to deal with the kind of attention that comes with friends and peers thinking/knowing I was a maniac for imposing a diet on myself. I just wanted to see what the fuss was all about. And maybe lose a few pounds.
Maybe announcing a weight loss endeavor wouldnât make me feel guilty if I had more weight to lose (then everyone would just be patronizing). Telling people that you want to actively change your body size, particularly when you have a normal BMI can feel a lot like telling peopleâI am dabbling in disordered eating habitsâ or âIâm outrageously vain” or “I really want to lose three pounds.” Maybe I was imagining the eye-rolls and sighs, but probably not.
If I were thinner, I probably wouldn’t want to risk shattering the illusion that I’m just naturally very thin. Thinness is supposed to be effortless. You’re not supposed to care! Giving a fuck is try-hard. Itâs difficult to seem fun-loving and full of joie de vivre if youâre fretting over what one tiny glass of wine will do to your diet.Â But does anyone really even notice what you’re eating and drinking? Ugh, they do.
Iâd like to think that Iâm above being judgmental about what people eat, that I âd respond with a shrug and a âwho freakinâ cares what you eatâ if someone told me they were dieting, but Iâm obviously not like that. Of course people should eat or not eat whatever they want, but if a totally “normal sized” friend of mine tells me that she wants to lose 15 pounds by any means necessary, I might think sheâs being a weirdo.
As of this moment, Iâm not on a âdiet.” I watch what I eat, but I donât really restrict myself. That’s how normal people eat, right? My coffee is milky and I don’t have to do any math before a meal. Should I decide to “diet” again, I’m definitely not going to do anything so conspicuous as completely eliminating a major food group.
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