Okay, so my camera wasn’t really eaten. But I am blaming the diet for making me muddle-headed and causing me to accidentally delete al the pictures on my camera’s flash memory card. So no pictures of my daughter the hobo on Halloween, no pictures from my walk around the block that I hadn’t uploaded to Flickr, and who knows what else was there that I lost.
That was the last straw. The diet had to go.
Actually the diet had to go last Friday when, after three days, I was starving all the time. I’m not morbidly obese, I won’t be buried in a piano case, and my doctor only expressed a concern about my triglycerides. He didn’t say I needed more tests or needed to go on medication, all he said was keep exercising, watch the fat intake, and cut the portion sizes.
But for the last decade (or so) I’ve had a bit of gut I’ve wanted to get rid of and five days a week at the gym weren’t going to cut it. Okay, fine. So Suze suggested a diet (whose name I will not mention to avoid unnecessary spam and comments) that I was willing to try because, hey, I’m serious about living until I’m 92 years old; I have to in order to do all the things I want to do.
Problem is, the diet sucked for me. I was constantly hungry, what I was allowed to eat didn’t fully satisfy me, and my body rejected it soundly – while Suze continued to lose weight, I did not. I fought some strong craving and resisted some strong temptations and got nothing for it. In a totally random phrase borrowed from an old friend of mine, I left teeth marks but I got no oat cake.
So I finished out the day yesterday and I’m reevaluating the whole diet thing. We’re switching over to something a little more balanced for my tastes, hopefully less punishing, a little more vegetarian. With any luck I might be able to actually be the one to lose some weight instead of the camera. The ability to focus on my writing will be welcome as well.