That day, that day of reckoning for those of us who struggle with our weight, has arrived. It is New Year's Day, the day we contemplate our fate and our weight. The holiday cheer and gluttony have come and gone, and all I am left with is two totally conflicting desires: to lose weight and to continue to look for and savor every bit of delicious food on this earth. How does one reconcile these two seemingly contradictory notions? To eat, or not to eat. That, Serious Eaters, is the question.
I have at least 25 pounds to lose, more if I paid attention to the government charts, which I don't. What is my fundamental problem? The potential for deliciousness follows me everywhere I go. Every street corner holds out the possibility of something good to eat where I live. To make matters worse (or better, depending on how I look at it) people send lots of scrumptious stuff to Serious Eats headquarters. So even if I avert my eyes coming to and from work, I will still be confronted by temptation virtually every day.
So what am I going to do?
I'm going to taste, not devour.
I'm going to eat half of everything I order.
I'm going to exercise four or five times a week instead of twice.
I'm going to eat more fruits and vegetables and less pork fat.
I'm going to try and eat more slowly.
It is winter, the season of wonderful citrus fruit. I'm going to eat grapefruit, oranges, and tangerines at least three times a day.
I'm going to try and not eat after 9 p.m.
I'm going to limit myself to one pizza meal and one pasta meal a week.
I'm going to try and eat a real, substantial breakfast every day, something like yogurt and whole grain cereal or toast.
I have to use cheese as a flavor enhancer instead of as a snack.
I know I should keep a journal detailing everything I eat, but that seems like too painful an exercise. Can't I just keep a running tab in my head?
These are my ten food commandments for the coming year, my fellow serious eaters. Will they generate the desired result? You tell me.