A Date, a Dilemma and a Diet
April 13, 2008
[Warning: this post contains material that some might find offensive. That’s right–I’m going to be serious for once.]
Last evening, the HH and I went out for dinner to celebrate our anniversary (eleven years since we met—can it be possible??). Actually, our true anniversary was last Sunday, but given the unexpected GBR that had me stuck in the house, we deferred until yesterday (sort of like we did with our Valentine’s Day dinner, celebrated on February 16th—guess we’re just wacky that way).
As we always do on this milestone date, we splurged and went to our favorite restaurant (something we do about twice a year—any more, and we probably couldn’t afford regular food!). Even though it’s outrageously expensive, the place does deliver, and consistently: great menu, great service, great atmosphere. It’s never a problem to find a meal that suits my dietary restrictions (there’s often a tempeh option!), and even if there’s nothing suitable on the menu, they’ll whip something up on the spot—and it’s always absolutely spectacular (how does a starter salad of Belgian endive stuffed with puy lentils, candied pistachios and dried cranberries, topped with a pouf of lentil sprouts and misted with a light champagne vinaigrette sound?).
As usual, I enjoyed the meal immensely; as usual, I ended up consuming too much (how does a heaping plate of fresh potato gnocchi—nothing at all like my own feeble attempt a few weeks back—graced with a saporous, light and meaty wild mushroom sauce and laced with caramelized leeks and occasional hints of thyme sound?).
Well, everything was fine and dandy while we were still celebrating, cleaning our plates and draining our champagne flutes, feeling pretty good about our decade-plus-one status. But then, this morning. . .
Ah, this morning.
When I first started this blog, I designated Sundays as “Progress Tracker” day, when I’d weigh-in (at the Workout Club), then record my weight as I lost it. Which means that this morning was weigh-in time. Needless to say, I haven’t been to the club since I hurt my back; but worse, today’s eye-opener was that my weight has now surpassed the original number when I started the blog!
Do I capitulate, and remove the “diet” from the blog’s title? Do I keep mum and pretend that the pounds are melting away when they’re not? Do I forget about the whole thing and just eat whatever the heck I want??
No, I decided, I can’t do any of those. Besides the fact that I am still a firm believer in the notion that healthy eating, even without counting points, calories, or carbs, will eventually lead to natural weight loss and health, I don’t feel good this way. I am still able to remember those days when I maintained a healthy weight, and how everything–from walking up the stairs, to getting out of a chair, to playing Frisbee with The Girls, even to pulling on my socks in the morning–was so much more free and easy. And so, even before the anniversary dinner yesterday, I had decided that some drastic measures are in order. Time to get some help with this quest of mine. Time to call in the Big Guns.
As serendipity would have it, I received an email from my friend and former teacher at nutrition school last week. She’s offering a nine-week course called ClearBeing Total Health, aimed at one’s overall lifestyle. I registered immediately! The plan focuses on more than just diet alone, and that’s exactly what I need. I’m also hoping this will be the necessary impetus for me to renew the habits that were already so natural when I studied nutrition a few years ago.
Best of all, this approach is totally compatible with the kinds of food I’ve been highlighting on this blog. The only difference is, I’ll be eating less of them. In fact, this may actually be the first time in my life I’m looking forward to starting a “diet.”
Wish me luck! I’ll be keeping you posted.