RoCkInG The Boat!

		Wednesday, December 18, 2002
		So Much For The Diet I've been doing really, really well with this diet I've been on for the past couple of months. It's one of those low-carb, high-protein things, where you're not supposed to eat all the yummy things like bread, pasta, rice, corn, beans, etc., but you do get to eat all the red meat you want. I'm definitely making progress, but at a very slow rate, which is fine since I figure the longer it takes me to lose the fat (which is much more of a concern than what the scale says), the longer it should take for it to come back. Hopefully by then, I'll have changed my eating habits to the point that this won't occur, however, it's weeks like this one that make me question my commitment. To put it in a nutshell: THERE'S JUST TOO DAMNED MUCH SUGAR AROUND! Cookies, brownies, fudge, divinity, big slabs of dark chocolate the size of a laptop, lemon bars, tea cakes -- GAAHH! How am I supposed to be disciplined when there is SO MUCH temptation sitting literally at my fingertips? It's a quandry, to be sure. Do I for instance just say, "Oh, the Hell with it!" and dig right in, feeling that endorphin rush as the sucrose hits my system, while simultaneiously causing my little Islands of Laggerhaans to accelerate to warp-speed insulin production, and hope that by skipping dinner I'll balance everything out? Do I instead exercise a steely determination and forego the pleasure of holiday treats in a paean to the nearly defunct American predeliction toward Puritan self-denial? Or can I dredge up enough self-confidence to choose the middle path and, like the Buddist Sage allow myself to engage in "moderation in all things, and all things in moderation?" Right now, I feel like I'm slowly creeping toward full-tilt-boogie, no-holds-barred, rampant and indiscriminate carb-binging, so I guess it's going to take a spate of hairsuit wearing to get the pendulum to swing back to a point of equilibrium. Good thing I've got a lot of vacation time left to burn, and I can get away from the office for a few days. That should give me enough time to prepare myself for the inevitable onslaught of sugary treats that will confront me on the annual home visit. I'm going to need all the help I can get by then... Posted byCOMTE on 10:58 AM

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