I HATE TO DIET. I hate everything about dieting. I don't like to count calories. I don't like to keep a food journal. I don't like to control my food intake.
I have been dieting since I was eight. I was a pudgy kid. A family member challenged me to lose 10 pounds in 30 days. If I lost the 10 pounds, I'd "win" $10. And thus began my lifetime of dieting.
I even start to think about dieting and I feel hungry. I hate deprivation. I don't want to go without. Writing this now, I have anxiety in my chest and I feel p*ss*d. Crazy, isn't it? I'm not on a diet. I'm not even contemplating starting one. Yet, just writing about a diet makes me cranky.
Lie #7 is that diets mean deprivation. Right? Don't you agree? This is a hard lie for me to see as untrue.
So, if diets aren't deprivation, what is the truth? THE TRUTH IS...I feel deprived because I am anticipating deprivation. It's my own fault, and it's all in my head. (Plus, here's the tid bit, because I cut my calories, my body is forced to work with less fuel. Less fuel in my blood stream from food means that my body has to get the fuel from inside my body. Part of what happens is the liver responds the way it's supposed to, the pancreas responds to the liver, and this chain reaction rapidly works its way to the brain...all along the way screaming "FEED ME!" Smaller, sublte changes would get me to my goal faster, without the overwhelming desire to binge.)
I will not be partaking in a diet any time soon. Instead, I'll be eating...a little less.
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