Slattern Bright and Dark

Carbohydrate deprivation at the ragged edge of sanity.

Oh goody, salad AGAIN!
Courtesy Nick Saltmarsh @ flickr.com.

It’s been two weeks since a barbecued potato chip, a buttery baked potato or half a chocolate cherry cheesecake found its way to my plate. Beer is but a distant memory, and wine is scarcer than, well, bread and potatoes. The numbers on the scale are slowly falling, my jeans are showing signs they might one day loosen their vise-like grip on my southern hemisphere, and my ass no longer hits the sofa a full minute before the rest of me — it’s probably more like 30 seconds, though it’s hard to remember to count when you’re collapsing from hunger and exhaustion. Nonetheless, visions of filmy summer frocks and strappy tank tops skitter merrily before the mind’s eye, and I have even entertained the occasional mad thought of frolicking sarong-less on the beach come August. Yes indeed, I am on my way to becoming a diet success story.

Provided I don’t kill someone first.

Anybody really, but I would have to say that the person with a large chocolate eclair in hand is in far greater danger than say, somebody sipping a blameless cup of nasty green tea. I don’t even want to think about what I might do for a Singapore Sling at this point. Consider yourselves warned.

Why is this woman smiling? Well it’s not because she’s had a decent meal in recent memory.

Life on the straight and narrow, I am finding, has all the charm of hard time at Betty Ford with catering by Gwyneth Paltrow. Now I know why she always has that pinched look — she’s hungry every goddamned minute of every god forsaken day. By all appearances the only things Gwynnie’s filling that gob with are mung beans, lettuce shards and air. This is not a meal plan that brings out the best in anyone, I can assure you. It certainly does, however, bring out the thoracic skeletal structure. I, unfortunately, run no such risk.

Now I have lost and regained enough weight to insulate the skeletons of at least four or five brand new, well-fed adults in my lifetime. The dieting process is nothing new, but let me tell you it does not get easier with age. Still, if like me, you embark upon a dietary clean-up with optimistic goals of achieving glowing health, physical perfection and emotional equilibrium by embracing a healthier regime, you are setting yourself up for disappointment and frustration. Better, in my view, to accept that replacing the foods you like with healthy, non-fattening items will be about as pleasurable as a mandatory NPR marathon. Sure it’s edifying and makes you feel all superior and plugged in at first, but after about three hours you know you’d rather be watching the Stooges while working your way through a two-pound bag of Oreos, a bag of Doritos and a case of Coronas.

So in the interest of full disclosure, I would like to disabuse you of a few of the myths surrounding weight loss.

1. Salad is filling. 
It is not. Not even a little. You could spend three days at an all you can eat salad bar and you’d still be jonesing for a breadstick. Sure you can eat all the greens you like, but who the hell wants to eat a plate of greens instead of a burger and fries?

2. Salad is satisfying.
It’s about as satisfying as it is filling. Unless of course it’s covered in bleu cheese, croutons and hangar steak. THAT is a meal.

Courtesy of the high dieter. Perfect.

3. Diet/low fat treats are a good replacement for regular treats.
Probably the biggest load of bullshit since Bill Clinton straightened us out about Monica. In fact, to take the comparison one step further, eating one Skinny Cow is about as satisfying as giving an unreciprocated blow job. In my experience all one Skinny Cow leads to is another Skinny Cow, and pretty soon you’re sitting in front of the freezer, bloated and sick, with nondairy stains all over the front of your dress and an empty ice cream sandwich six pack clutched in your sticky hands.

4. After a week or so you’ll stop craving sugary treats/potato chips/cheese doodles/french fries.
Oh ferchrissakes, as my sainted Grandpa Harvey used to say, if that was the case we’d all be slender. You will never pass a bakery or a McDonald’s without feeling an adrenaline rush that is not unlike a great whacking jolt of ECT, or so I am told.

5. You can have a few drinks and still lose weight.
Really? Does anyone buy that?  Here’s how it works, children. One glass of wine leads to another glass of wine (see above, Skinny Cows). Two glasses lead to three and so on, and eventually you’re lying on the living room floor with a pint of Phish Food and a serving spoon, wondering if it’s too late to order in a pepperoni pizza which would be delicious with that bottle of chianti you’ve been saving for company.

6. Whole grains taste better than refined ones.
Sure they do. If you like eating mealy cardboard. There’s a reason white rice and bread were historically reserved for the wealthy — they taste better. That Ezekial bread you’re chomping on requires toasting and at least half a cup of butter to be even remotely palatable, whereas a warm hunk of a crusty baguette delights the tastebuds all on its own, completely naked and utterly nude. Add a suspicion of salted butter and a dollop of cherry jam, and you have what I used to think of as breakfast.

7. Skim or low fat milk is acceptable in coffee.
I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.

So why do it? Why not just embrace your God given right to be ample? Well, it’s costly to buy new clothes every year and depressing to have to gaze at yourself in a changing room mirror for more than ten seconds. And looking like the Michelin man in a bikini is more upsetting than you might think. So when you’re waffling on your diet or feeling tempted by the pastry cart, try this:

Would you pass me a carrot stick please?

About WSW

Writer, wife, mother. Toiler in the bottomless, black, soul-sucking coal mine of domestic life. Thank God for the portable bar.

Posted on May 1, 2012, in UGH Healthy Eating and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 30 Comments.

  1. This is a perfect, perfect post. I couldn’t have said any of this any better myself. And you’re right on every single count, especially about the unreciprocated hummer, Gwyneth Paltrow, and the things “they” tell you about dieting. So, so true.

  2. LMAO!! I especially love the blowjob analogy! LMAO!

    • I am shocked that you are the first person to remark on that. Maybe everyone else who read it was too polite to admonish me — or maybe they didn’t understand the reference. This IS a cooking blog after all. Thanks for stopping in. So glad I found your blog.

  3. Gwen is smiling because when you dont eat, you start hallucinating.
    I read a book years back that actually helped (alittle) called “french women dont get fat”. I still hate them with their bread and pastries and wine…..hang in there.

  4. I would love to agree with everything you’ve said above, but I’m the CYC Cristy wrote about yesterday. Well, not really, because I don’t do yoga. But I’m cool. And a total skinny bitch.

    I agree with Cristy, who we both know is gorgeous (in a non-les way, although I have lots of lezzie friends) and has a super-shiny soul.

    This post is it.

  5. Snoring Dog Studio

    Yeah, there’s a reason the word “die” is embedded in “diet.” After days of grains, tofu, yogurt and water, someone is going to pay. I have this nutrition magazine that touts the low density foods diet. Seems all you have to do is pile an acre of grass and leaves on your plate and by the time you’re done with it, you’re so satisfied you want nothing else. I’d still want to top it off with a side of french fries – it wouldn’t matter how much green stuff I ate.

  6. First, thanks for the Ab Fab fix. As a constant dieter and semi-sucessful weight loss victim I’ve settled for the tried and true unconcious diet. It’s simple, all you’ve got to do is eat often but sparingly. A light breakfast, followed a few hours later by a Fiber One 90 cal brownie. Lunch and repeat. Dinner is up for grabs, remember don’t pig out. Think of the compliments you’ll get from your dinner partner when you don’t inhale the bread basket. As for alcohol, you’re on your own. I quit when I realized I put away 12 Lites a day every day. It was time to save money and keep the doc happy. One thought, I hate those skinny preening bastards who either tell you they don’t know how they stay skinny or tell you their lives were saved by some miracle diet. I wish everyone of them wake up jonesing for a cold pizza slice at 11PM and the only thing in the fridge is designer water.

  7. Definitely one of the funniest Kitchen Slattern posts! I was laughing right from the very start. Good luck on your undertaking. It sounds like running a marathon may be more fun.

  8. Oh, Lord! This may be my favorite post from you ever! You had me at, “Provided I don’t kill someone first.” And don’t get me started on the emaciated Gwynnie who has the nerve to host a cooking show and write a cook book. What’s in it? Her recipe for air biscuits? Hysterical post. Loved it! Now where did I put that vodka?

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