The End of the Affair

About a month after I started my diet experiment, I have decided to stop tracking my calorie intake/output on a daily basis, and oh how the reasons abound….

1. I am at a healthy weight
The reality is that I was at a healthy weight when I started, but even the small adjustments I’ve made to my exercise habits and food consumption have resulted in extra fit and trim feelings. These habits, by the way, are not rocket science. Truth be told, I could have figured it out for myself (less alcohol, more protein and veggies, more workouts, less saturated fat…) but the calorie counter was helpful because it painted a very clear picture of how and why my body is affected by certain choices. I now see how this is an extremely helpful weight loss tool for people with grand goals and ambitions, and I raise a low-calorie smoothie in their honor.

Still, I don’t think I need to keep counting, and frankly I don’t want to. At least not every day. I really like the tool on workout days, because it gives me that Clear Picture of how I am doing right by my health, so I plan to still use it on those occasions. Otherwise, the lessons I’ve learned have given me a new awareness that I can access without the help of an app.

2. Food poisoning
Earlier this week I was struck down by food poisoning, and the days I have spent recovering and reacquainting myself with food gave me a lot of time to think. As the idea of food regained its appeal, I began to actually miss it. I missed food. More than ever, food and I have a spectacular relationship that I intend to cultivate and nurture for the rest of my life.

Paired with my new awareness of healthy choices, this renewed love of food brings me back to my standard way of living: the Snob Diet. I intend to be pickier than ever about where my food comes from, what’s in it, and its quality, substance, and flavor. And I don’t give a damn what other people have to say about that.

3. This Article
Remember how I opened up about my childhood struggles with weight? And how appalling it is to think about a child going through that crap at the tender age of nine? Well, this poor child is seven. SEVEN. The words she utters at the end of the article make me want to call CPS.

In the wrong context, Diet becomes a four letter word. The child, Bea, was plagued by the neurosis of her mother, Ms. Weiss, throughout a traumatic year of weight loss (all culminating in a shiny Vogue photo shoot, because skinny people get to be in magazines!) What’s even more frustrating is that Ms. Weiss initially set out to help her daughter lose weight through what looks like a really sound program – Red Light, Green Light, Eat Right is all about educating kids and empowering them to make their own healthy choices. Instead this monster mom turned Bea’s dieting experience into fat-phobic mania replete with public humiliations. Only time will tell if you’ve destroyed your child’s sense of self-worth? Pretty sure you won’t have to wait very long…

This woman’s hypocrisy is at the heart of why Bea is now a thin and miserable first grader. Ms. Weiss ignored (and by all accounts is still ignoring) one of the most classic tools of parenting: Teach by example. Ms. Weiss herself admits she was a terrible candidate to aid her daughter through a weight loss program, due to her own lifelong disgust with her body. If I could turn the clock back and cut mommy dearest off at the pass, what I would say to her is: Your child is seven years old. Time is on her side. Fix Yourself First. You can help her After you have succeeded in developing a healthy, positive relationship with yourself and your own body. The inverse will only result in disaster.

Sadly, I have no time machine and CPS doesn’t rescue children from well-to-do body shamers. But if I can’t help Bea, I can at least do my best to help the girls whose paths I do cross. By setting my own example of a healthy, vibrant relationship (dare I say… love affair?) with food, and living by principles of health and wellness, I hope to teach the girls I meet that what you look like is merely a result of genetics and how you choose to live. As for me, what I choose is love, gratitude, compassion, faith in myself, and exquisite, delicious food.

To Wit: My first-ever homemade chocolate soufflé. (It didn’t fall!)

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