I’ve decided to stay off Hall food until I feel a bit more secure with this new life thing. To that end, I went out today and bought as much healthy food as I can possibly carry, plus a non-stick saucepan and likewise frying pan. Also, some crappy-looking “slimfast” and “weight watchers” and “boots lo carb”-products, with the understanding that there is no WAY that I’ll always have time to actually cook.
Bought scales too. I find that now that I can’t regulate affect through snacking, I do it through shopping. I have the cadillac of scales. It’ll tell me the percentage of water and fat in my body, and my BMI. I’m not supposed to weigh myself more than once a week in my program, but hell, since I paid more for this thing than for my three month diet service membership, I reckon it’s morally all right to stand on it daily.
Navigated some classic hurdles this week: All expenses paid room service at a five star hotel (actually felt rather fabulous only ordering up fruit slices and chicken salad). Airline food (just didn’t have any). Visiting with my South American aunt (only one dinner, a brilliant pasta pesto which turned out rather healthy because she ran out olive oil – lucky me).
I fiddle with my online calorie-counting food diary a lot. I find that fiddling around with the food (making it, noting it down) is about as rewarding as actually eating it. I have a vague recollection that this was also a major part of Weight Watchers. What the hell, if it works. But it sure doesn’t adress the CORE ISSUES.
Since I’m not particularly keen to adress any issues at all, thankyouverymuch, at least not untill I’m thin enough to do it in a nice outfit, I’m just reading Bergdorf Blondes instead. Plum Sykes is adressing the Union on Wednesday and I guess I’ll have to go. Man, The Union seems to be on great footing with Condé Nast, seeing as Graydon Carter was here last term.
I’m not really this shallow, but I kinda have to pretend to be so that I’ll care enough about how I look to actually do something about it. Yup, all’s fab that ends fab. Tomorrow morning I’m taking my first-ever Pilates class. Dieting is a ridiculously expensive business.