I HATE DIETS

I HATE DIETS

As of 6:46 pm today, I am officially off my diet. I hate diets, but I’ve proven to myself I can do it, I got the results and now I’m done with it. But let me start at the beginning.

BEFORE AFTER

I’m leaving the local grocery store with my shopping cart heaped with my favorite treats. Well, when I get into the lobby they have one of those over grown, “check you weight here” scales. So, I figure I’ll jump on that bad boy and just make sure I’m still walking around at my fighting weight.

I stepped on the scale and watch the needle rapidly sweep around the display like old #8 heading around the race track. After what seemed like two full revolutions the needle settled in at… (well, lets just say a significant number). I quickly jumped off the scale, and looked around like I just stole something. I was hoping there were no witnesses, however I had evidently amused a few old ladies waiting to get on next. For a moment I thought about an excuse, but I didn’t think they’ed buy the old, heavy shoes, or sand in my pocket story.

Anyway, I made up my mind right then and there that I was starting my diet, that moment. It was time to change my life, and now I was going to take the first step. Now, any one that knows me, can testify that I’m an easy going, and happy go lucky guy, but not since I’ve been on this diet. I’ve been a miserable son of a bitch. Little things, that I used to shrug off now bother me. Now I’m beginning to know what the bodybuilders go thru, I feel like I’m having roid rage.

I can honestly say that I have struggled with the discipline, self denial, bouts of depression, calorie counting, the exercise regimes, personal trainer, slim fast, in general, the inhumanity of it all. Yet, I had made a commitment, and I would stay the course. I’ll admit, Maybe… I cheated a few times to help get me thru, but who doesn’t. The important thing is that I got the results, as you can see by the “actual and un-retouched”, before and after photo’s above.

In the end I decided that my happiness, mental health, and love of pasta, far outweighed the purely physical benefits of being on any damn diet. People who love, me, will have to love me as I am. I’m evoking the whole.. “beauty is only skin deep” reasoning.

Now, that I’ve made the decision to “just enjoy life” again, I’m much happier. But I will look back with a certain degree of fondness, and respect, for what was… “the toughest 8 hours, in my life”

Until Later
A slimmer/trimmer P.I.B