I just spent two weeks on a diet. That’s right, I said it out loud. I am a slim girl yet I was ‘watching what I eat’. Gasp in horror! Go on, you know you want to. Because it’s ludicrous for somone who is not overweight to go on a diet, right? It is unnecessary and it is rude! Rude to all the people out there who might actually need to diet!
When I younger I was one of those annoying people who could throw down McDonalds and not put on weight. But to be fair, I grew up in a healthy household with parents who generally ate sensibly. There wasn’t much junk food in the house, so I was lucky to have a healthy attitude to food. And I was also lucky to have a good metabolism! My childhood was fairly active with dancing, sailing and swimming as my main hobbies. However some time in my 20s I noticed a slight change… and at that point I decided that I was simply going to work harder, and eat better, in order to keep myself… well… the same.
This last year in Austria has been busy and festive. With so much to do and working full time I haven’t been able to offset my eating just by exercise (my usual tactic).
And my pants are tight.
So at the start of this year, I joined my husband in his twice-yearly keto-diet. Not only did I want my pants to fit again, I also wanted to know if I actually had the discipline to stick it out.
But I was at a loss as to how to handle this at work? How would I explain to the other girls as they tucked into their schnitzels from the canteen that my lunch would consist of a small portion of smoked salmon… and one of trout tomorrow? As a skinny girl, I knew I’d be scoffed, ridiculed and put down, in their heads they’d be silently diagnosing me with an eating disorder. And they’d say: But you don’t need to lose any weight, you are always exercising etc. etc.
The first day I went for a walk instead of taking my lunch break, the second day I went for a run. But on the third day I could hide no longer, I wanted some human interaction. So I braved it. Though I still felt the need to justify myself – too many Christmas cookies was not a reasonable excuse for a skinny girl who runs twice a week. So I added (also the truth) that when my husband is dieting, it’s much easier to eat the same food as him than two people cooking separate meals every day. And as they so deftly pointed out, that essentially meant I was just dieting because I was lazy!
But really, I shouldn’t have to justify myself. Weight is relative to an individual person. Which means that just because I’m slim, it doesn’t mean I don’t notice when I add a couple of kilos and my pants get tight. It’s uncomfortable. And in my bid to become comfortable again, a two week diet is the perfect remedy.
So I did it: two weeks. My pants no longer dig in and I feel energised and regenerated, detoxed after controlled portions and cutting out caffeine and alcohol. The after-dinner snack cravings that had slowly crept up over Christmas have disappeared and I’m ready to start the year on a healthy note.
But best of all, I’m ready to tuck into all the awesome food I’ve missed when I head to Australia in a few weeks.