Me and My Diet Disaster
The pleasures of dieting... my personal experience... a first...
Me and my diet disaster...
I'm by fair means on the plump side. And like all other females of my age, I wish (I repeat - simply wish) to look slimmer.
Well... after a number of failed attempts at trying the same, but always refusing to actually begin a diet/ exercise plan, I did it one day.
I controlled chomping away the happy (and dare I say - the absolutely adorable) calories over cakes and ice creams. For a day. I tried continuing the diet thing for the next day. What follows below are the terrible events that occurred when I tried reducing my daily intake of calories (I will not call it dieting. I refuse to.)
The day began with water.... Immediately after brushing - drink water. Lots of water... so in the first lecture of the day I could barley sit in my seat for the want of doing what is expected to be done after drinking so much water.
Anyway... my stomach was calm... no hungry growls... no nauseating feel... so I had 'oats' (I hate oats from the deepest core of my soul) and yup you guessed it... with water. I had oats and water. I had goo... white pasty goo for breakfast. No matter what, I wasn't actually hungry... I wasn't satisfied either.
Then came the two and a half hour long class... it dragged on and on... I tried so hard, to not pay attention to the fact that I had the paste... I mean oats for breakfast.
By lunch I was psychologically hungry. Personally I believe that oats had murdered my appetite for food. I imagined a cluster of oats sitting in my tummy and grinning about how there was nothing but them (oats) in the whole place (my tummy - which I assumed was by now shedding tears of hydrochloric acid).
At lunch I had rice (whew), curd (um..ok) and... and.... Hey wait... it was only partially cooked rice and watery curd.... I knew I was about to cry. I knew there would be huge holes in my stomach because my stomach must be acidic-ally crying. I managed to drag myself through the rest of the day thinking of nothing but me and my utterly disastrous idea of torturing myself.
By evening I developed a headache which I blamed on things ranging from migraine to trauma to even tumors. Of course I was only trying to avoid acknowledging that it was because I hadn't had (good) food.
Good food.
That evening when I returned to my room, I took off my slippers and went to bed with a terrible headache. The said headache gave me company till the next day. I dreamt that my eyes had sunken in, and my cheeks were deeply emaciated and for some unknown reason. I looked orange colored like a horrid face pack that wouldn't come off. And I happened to be eating the oats paste from that morning. For the first time in my life (in that particular dream) I longed to be just as I am... even if a bit plump, with the not so perfect teeth and of course the never perfect eating pattern.
Still, I had milk and cornflakes for dinner and went to sleep again. The next day was the same. I felt dead inside. (I mean, in my food craving and psychological hunger for food I had completely lost it). Then, at the end of the second day, I decided to have a pack of noodles. I have no words that can describe my feelings.
I felt happy. I felt blessed for that bowl of magi I was slurping. The avarice, the hunger for food, even if noodles (which I had apparently begun to hate) was blissful. My headache lessened. My stomach was growling again... within seconds of the thought.
I gulped down the noodles and decided that for the rest of my life, I would never go on a diet again. Especially not with one involving water and oats.
I'm hungry now... so I gotta go...
Oh and by the way... I started playing badminton to bid my calories away.
That's a happy ending for you... I hope.
This is my personal opinion and experience with dieting. let me remind you that dieting can be a fun thing if you have access to the proper nutritious food, you need for dieting. I'm in no way against dieting... I'm simply anti-oats.
I'm by fair means on the plump side. And like all other females of my age, I wish (I repeat - simply wish) to look slimmer.
Well... after a number of failed attempts at trying the same, but always refusing to actually begin a diet/ exercise plan, I did it one day.
I controlled chomping away the happy (and dare I say - the absolutely adorable) calories over cakes and ice creams. For a day. I tried continuing the diet thing for the next day. What follows below are the terrible events that occurred when I tried reducing my daily intake of calories (I will not call it dieting. I refuse to.)
The day began with water.... Immediately after brushing - drink water. Lots of water... so in the first lecture of the day I could barley sit in my seat for the want of doing what is expected to be done after drinking so much water.
Anyway... my stomach was calm... no hungry growls... no nauseating feel... so I had 'oats' (I hate oats from the deepest core of my soul) and yup you guessed it... with water. I had oats and water. I had goo... white pasty goo for breakfast. No matter what, I wasn't actually hungry... I wasn't satisfied either.
Then came the two and a half hour long class... it dragged on and on... I tried so hard, to not pay attention to the fact that I had the paste... I mean oats for breakfast.
By lunch I was psychologically hungry. Personally I believe that oats had murdered my appetite for food. I imagined a cluster of oats sitting in my tummy and grinning about how there was nothing but them (oats) in the whole place (my tummy - which I assumed was by now shedding tears of hydrochloric acid).
At lunch I had rice (whew), curd (um..ok) and... and.... Hey wait... it was only partially cooked rice and watery curd.... I knew I was about to cry. I knew there would be huge holes in my stomach because my stomach must be acidic-ally crying. I managed to drag myself through the rest of the day thinking of nothing but me and my utterly disastrous idea of torturing myself.
By evening I developed a headache which I blamed on things ranging from migraine to trauma to even tumors. Of course I was only trying to avoid acknowledging that it was because I hadn't had (good) food.
Good food.
That evening when I returned to my room, I took off my slippers and went to bed with a terrible headache. The said headache gave me company till the next day. I dreamt that my eyes had sunken in, and my cheeks were deeply emaciated and for some unknown reason. I looked orange colored like a horrid face pack that wouldn't come off. And I happened to be eating the oats paste from that morning. For the first time in my life (in that particular dream) I longed to be just as I am... even if a bit plump, with the not so perfect teeth and of course the never perfect eating pattern.
Still, I had milk and cornflakes for dinner and went to sleep again. The next day was the same. I felt dead inside. (I mean, in my food craving and psychological hunger for food I had completely lost it). Then, at the end of the second day, I decided to have a pack of noodles. I have no words that can describe my feelings.
I felt happy. I felt blessed for that bowl of magi I was slurping. The avarice, the hunger for food, even if noodles (which I had apparently begun to hate) was blissful. My headache lessened. My stomach was growling again... within seconds of the thought.
I gulped down the noodles and decided that for the rest of my life, I would never go on a diet again. Especially not with one involving water and oats.
I'm hungry now... so I gotta go...
Oh and by the way... I started playing badminton to bid my calories away.
That's a happy ending for you... I hope.
This is my personal opinion and experience with dieting. let me remind you that dieting can be a fun thing if you have access to the proper nutritious food, you need for dieting. I'm in no way against dieting... I'm simply anti-oats.
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