I think the diet is affecting my brain, and I like it.
I know some of you exercise until the oxygen in your brain is depleted, and you like it, and you call it a runner’s high. Some of you sniff glue to get the same effect. Some of you try to hang yourselves while masturbating. (Looking at you. You know who you are.)
All I’m doing is denying my brain a constant supply of nutrients. It’s still enough to keep me alive, it’s just not so much that I take food for granted.
I cannot tell you how delicious water is when you are limiting your food intake. It is as sweet as sugar. Plain flat tap water tastes a McDonald’s Sweet Tea to me now. I savor my water in the morning.
I had a grape tomato tonight that made me feel as if I bit into the collective history of all tomatoes ever. It tasted like spaghetti sauce, only lighter and juicier and less complicated.
I had some cantaloupe at the Farmer’s Market and it was so perfect I didn’t need to eat more than one chunk. Petite carrots are candy, though; I can eat a pound of those at one sitting. (120 calories.)
I’m thinking back to all those diet suggestions that I savor and chew my food slowly, only my food was processed and frozen. I was eating ghosts of tomato. Tomatoes that found a brutal death at Jenny Craig’s hands.
I’ve also noticed that since I’m not getting constant pleasure from food, my body is finding other ways to enjoy itself. I spent all day today rubbing the arch of my left foot across the edge of my shoe. All. Day. I had to force myself to stop a few times. You glue sniffers know what I’m saying.
So, of course now that we’ve cleansed our palates, we’re headed for France. Gary suggests we go into training a week before we go, so we accustom our bodies to rich foods again. I’m not so sure about that. Can you imagine if I bit into a French tomato? Or even better, something I like, because I hate tomatoes, really, they just taste so good now that I’m hungry. One of those Berthtosomething ice cream cones the size of your thumb tip. I might die. Or I might overload my tongue on the first meal and not be able to enjoy anything else.
9 responses to “Ascetic”
Can this be the same person who assembled the Cake Pie???
I know what you’re talking about; but I didn’t like it. I did medifast and by the end of the first week, I felt like my brain wasn’t quite firing right. I figured it’s what dumb girls feel like all the time; but they don’t know any better. I didn’t like feeling like I wasn’t all there – so I went back to eating.As for a week of training, it’s probably a good idea. I wouldn’t worry about your tongue; but your digestive system might not like a jump right into rich foods. There might be some intestinal distress and that WOULD ruin your vacation.
Amen to Amy.
As far as those teeny, tiny bites of stuff, this may be why French women are generally slender. That and the fact that they have established mealtimes and breaking them is a sacrilege.
French women take laxatives and smoke. And if they get fat anyway, they stay indoors. But here is a tip: Don’t worry about what you eat there. You will need the calories just to fuel you as you walk around Paris.Enjoy!
It’s not a lack of nutrients. It’s your brain learning to exist on lower levels of dopamine. What you do eat tastes so good because it makes your brain happy.I watch way too much educational tv…
If you take a train anywhere go first class, those damned Europeans have skinny butts and my American sized ass was too fat for coach.
Big Dot – yes, and I have yet to make the Concentric Cheesecake Pie, but it will happen before the 17th.Amy_in_StL – That’s the thinking behind it, but instead of “intestinal distress” we’ve been saying “explosive diarrhea.” Becs – And I hear the mealtimes are three hours long. I suppose your belly isn’t hit with 1600 calories ALL at once.Hattie – That’s what I’ve been telling Gary! He just keeps moaning “A hundred calories per BITE of cheese.”Hot Mom – If “Happy” is a euphemism for orgasmic, yes. Zayrina – Good to know! We’re taking the train to Versailles.
Tell Gary it’s 100 calories per OUNCE of cheese. It’s an argument for thin slices of cheese instead of cubes. You get more “bites” that way.
I miss thinking that regular food is sweet. That happened to me when I wasn’t eating sugar. I’m not sure why I started eating sugar again. Maybe I should stop.
Tami – Friend 3 has lost 50 pounds this year by cutting out sugar and pasta. She still eats rice and most foods.