Ed Levine's Serious Weigh-In, Week 160: No More "Diet" For Me


There were 12 of these in the office...

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!