I'm waving the white flag on the name of this column. The serious eaters have spoken.
From now on I am not going to refer to my weight control efforts as a diet. What I have embarked on is a series of choices and an overall attitude about eating and living. What I am laying out is a way to eat for pleasure without losing control of my weight. It's something a lot of serious eaters can relate to, I think. I've come to think of it as a caloric journey.
What does that mean about what's going to go into this newly titled column? I'll tell you about helpful things I've learned about eating; things that still vex me; any new effective strategies and tactics I've come across; and yes, some of the temptations I have had to deal with in the week leading up to the weigh-in. This week was a doozy.
This week I had to deal with a number of hurdles. Intern Jenny brought back twelve milkshakes from Shake Shack. On a Thursday, no less. Why was that necessary?
Because someone sent me an e-mail telling me that Shake Shack was selling a Car-mallo Anthony shake. As a Knick fanatic, and someone who is thrilled about Carmelo being a Knick, how could I resist that? In and of itself that wouldn't have been so bad, but I have also had to withstand Kenji's banh mi search, his mozzarella taste test, and Carey's on-going meatball quest.
So this week was a bitch.
Interim visits to Thinner have been reasonably encouraging. I think I've actually done a decent job limiting the damage related to any or all of the above-mentioned trials and tribulations. Here we go: 223. Down two pounds from last week. A lovely beginning to my caloric journey, don't you think? No more "diet" indeed!