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It’s not a lifestyle change, it’s a diet

06.06.07 | commentary, health, Jane | 18 Comments

You hear a lot about how diets are bad, and that what we need to do to lose weight (or fix some other problem) permanently is to make a “lifestyle change.” We recently held our first (and probably last) Johnson Weight Loss Challenge. After the contest, Grampa expressed frustration that he had not met his goal, and I suggested that we could have another contest. This time, I said, we should have a “one month, 10 pounds” goal. Holy Cow! You’d think I suggested running around naked or something (which I wouldn’t want to do in any sort of group setting — unless Dick and I count as a group).

A “lifestyle change” is usually a worthy goal, but I find it rather overwhelming, and also, sometimes impossible to contemplate or envision when one is right in the middle of the current lifestyle. I think diets have been the tragic victims of a pejorative campaign, and I’d like to rejuvenate their image. In this sense, a diet is any course of action that is 1) sudden, 2) widespread, and 3) not necessarily intended to last forever. I think a “diet,” from sloppy spending or caffeine or bad carbs or lazing around or excessive TV watching or [insert bad habit], can help us see reality a little bit more clearly.

For example, last week when I realized I needed to make a major (!) change in my spending habits, I stayed home for a few days with the three angels. Gas is expensive again (still?) and I just thought I should avoid all temptation by sticking close to home. I was surprised by how much food Sally and Susan ate at breakfast and lunch. Susan ate three man-bowls of Cheerios in one sitting (with powdered milk!). I was mystified, until I realized that usually the girls snack constantly on apples and animal crackers, etc, in the minivan while I drive around doing whatever it is I do (did).

Also last week, I was feeling really puffy and flabby, which is not unusual for me since I am the mother of three (and not a model), but I felt it even more so right then, and that was weird because I’m weighing less now than I have for seven years (I should feel at least some better, right?). The next day my face broke out as it has not since the night before my junior prom. What on earth was going on — early menopause?

And then, two days later, my period started. Now, this shouldn’t be such a surprise to a healthy 29-year-old (for 9 more days!) female. But it was only five months ago that I went on a “diet” from the artificial birth control hormones, and so I was surprised by a string of events (“reality”) that any 13 year-old girl* would have recognized.

So, if there’s some diet (of any kind, not just the food variety) you’ve been thinking of trying, I urge you to give it a shot. With a diet, you can see immediate improvement (or at least change), and even after it’s “over,” you’ve re-set your perception of the baseline, or of reality. And then, one small brownie is as big a treat (almost) as half a pan used to be.

*(if you’re male and uncomfortable with girly things, you might want to skip this, but if you have girl-children, or might have girl-children in the future, it might save you some trouble.) The August after I turned 13, some cousins came over to play for the day (I don’t know where they came from or which cousins they were — maybe it was even Cousin Sylwia’s husband’s family — or maybe I am misremembering and it was just neighborhood children). Anyway, I remember jumping on the trampoline and eating hotdogs off the grill, and, four times that day, going downstairs to our big laundry room and hiding a bloody pair of underwear in the hamper, after which I rejoined the party outside.

That night, after all the guests were gone and my dad was at the hospital, I finally told my mom that I was bleeding. She called my dad (a family practice doctor, husband, and father of four at the time) to tell him his oldest daughter was bleeding. He told her to have a look and see if I had a cut. My parents had an awful (plush and functional though) brown and forest green master bathroom with deep soft carpet. Mom had a look. No cuts. Hmmm. I don’t remember how long it took (but certainly too long) before they realized that I had grown up.

I don’t know why that story makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. Not about having to have a period (or wear a bra or nylons or high heels — well, I only wear one of those). But somehow it’s so cute that my parents (and I) were not expecting that. When you think of how quickly kids grow up nowadays (how ‘tween girls are encouraged to dress like Paris Hilton), I think it would be a wonderful gift to be surprised when your daughter’s biology is ahead of her interests. I hope I can capture that reality for my girls, and let grown-up things come in their own time.

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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