• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar

Catherine Gacad

  • About
  • Categories
    • Archives
    • Blogging
    • Burning Man
    • City Guides
    • Education & Politics
    • Favorite Books
    • Finances & Retirement
    • Parenthood
    • Relationships
    • Religion
    • San Francisco Bay Area
    • Travel
  • Hire Me
  • Subscribe
    • Feedburner
    • Bloglovin
    • Feedly
  • Search

All Posts

Dieting

I hate the word dieting. I hate all that it stands for. I hate how it affected me, tortured me. In a past life I was consumed with losing weight. I lost my mind before I lost any weight.

I hate to admit that I’m on a diet. Sorta, but not really.

I’m not going to mention my exact poundage, but I’m happy with my weight. Happy with how I look. Except for one darned thing…I’ve got a trimester of fat, an inner tube of flab, however you want to call it…I have a Buddha tummy that won’t go away. I don’t care how many ab exercises I do, you’re not going to see any muscles when they’re tucked away behind a mass of fatty tissue.

I want the tummy gone, especially with Burning Man coming up, where I really will be dressed half naked.

I’m at a set weight. I can eat whatever I want and not gain weight. That said, I’m used to eating a lot these days. Typical day: Starbucks venti hot chocolate extra whip, caesar salad, chocolate chip cookies, cheeseburger, fries, and ice-cream.

So when I say diet, I simply mean cutting out the crap my body’s used to. Diet day: oatmeal for breakfast, lean cuisine at noon, another lean cuisine at 3pm, tuna salad and veggies for dinner. After every diet day, I lose 1.5 pounds. Good enough, right? The problem is I can’t stick to more than one diet day in a row! Eventually, I get invited out for dinner, then of course…I have to get the sloppy joe’s and eat every single calorie-infused french fry. I went to Spruce the other night and the bartender said, “Our french fries are the best. They’re twice-fried in two different cooking oils.” I practically lit up like a Christmas tree I was so ecstatic.

Here’s the pattern: diet day, lose 1.5 pounds, next day slip-up, back to set weight. I’ve become the yo-yo dieter. But I’m not obsessed. I slip up and just laugh at myself. Maybe I’ll be resigned to my tummy fat at Burning Man. It won’t be the end of the world. Marc has a friend who said, “I went on a diet for 30 days and I lost…30 days.” That is the funniest saying.

Signing off for the night with two Eggo waffles (extra butter, extra syrup) digesting happily in my tummy.

Related

Tweet
Pin
Share
0 Shares

08.06.07

Tweet
Pin
Share
0 Shares

Reader Interactions

Comments

  1. Anonymous

    August 7, 2007 at 6:11 pm

    are you running at all?

    Reply
  2. Gordon

    August 8, 2007 at 8:30 am

    …”it” was said, when I was growing up, that to rub Buddha’s belly was to convey good luck. Or something like that.

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Primary Sidebar

Welcome to my site, derived from an advice column I wrote while getting my MBA. I live in the San Francisco Bay Area. I give helpful, opinionated advice based on my own experience and from the expertise of my extensive network. For more, click here.

Categories

  • Archives
  • Blogging
  • Burning Man
  • City Guides
  • Education & Politics
  • Favorite Books
  • Finances & Retirement
  • Parenthood
  • Relationships
  • Religion
  • San Francisco Bay Area
  • Travel

Popular Posts

  • Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother - First Thoughts
  • The Profitability of the Tiger Mother
  • The Great Egg Hunt at the Dunsmuir Hellman Historic Estate
  • How to Get to and from Alameda and San Francisco
  • Tiger Parenting and Achievement in America
  • Why Your Parenting Skills Suck
  • Am I Having a Boy or a Girl: How to Tell
  • Top of the World
  • Money Monday: I’m paying your rent or mortgage for a month
  • Christmas Rave in England

Back to top

© 2021 Catherine Gacad.