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Showing posts with label diet. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Stupidity in the quest of "skinny"

In the sixties, the main diet methodology was a purple collection of mimeographed pages covered with a lengthy list of foods and their calorie counts. Dieters were instructed to eat only 1,000 calories. Not knowing how to manage our eating (or we would not have been fat), we’d scarf down our daily allotments before lunch and were then faced with two most unhappy options: a) starve the remainder of the day, or; b) quit. Either way, the process was unsuccessful.
Frustrated, many opted for easier fad diets; “The Grapefruit Diet,” “Egg Diet,” and “Watermelon Diet,” to name a few. Same results.
Time marches on but stupidity is eternal; so many continue to engage in diet foolishness. Let’s take a tour of some of today’s more bizarre diets. (I did not make these up.) As they say, “Do not try these at home.”
We’ll begin with the Vision Diet, based on the logic that if something looks bad, we’re disinclined to eat it. So, don a pear of blue-tinted glasses all day and everything you plan to eat will look disgusting.
The flaw? Well, aside from the fact that you could hurt your eyes from wearing tinted spectacles too long, the hole is that — for those of us who overeat — we aren’t overly concerned with food’s appearance. Let’s be honest. When you’re gobbling down handfuls of three-day-old leftovers at midnight while standing in front of the refrigerator in your boxers, food presentation isn’t the main criterion by which you’re making culinary decisions.
Next is ear stapling, whereby surgical staples are placed in the inner cartilage of the ear, supposedly stimulating pressure points that control appetite. (One might assume the constant stress of having sharp objects in your ear would actually cause you to eat.) In actuality, the body shortly gets used to it, so one reverts to old habits — or amplifies the process by adding more, developing an abnormal attraction to office products.
While on the subject of body altering, make some noise for the Tongue Patch, whereby a one-inch square of mesh is sewn onto your tongue. Unlike medical patches, it contains no medicine. Instead, it merely makes it difficult — even painful — to eat solid food, so the dieter literally starves herself. But wait! There’s more! For $1,500 or more, you get the further benefits of possible choking and nerve damage. Of course, once the patch is removed, old habits return, albeit with a strong craving to chew on your pants.
Other examples of dietary dumbness include the Cigarette Diet; you smoke instead of eat. Total weight loss is determined by how much your lungs weigh upon removal. The Cotton Ball Diet involves swallowing cotton balls to fill up before eating. One could accomplish the same objective by consuming paper — while having the added benefit of helping to recycle trash. Feed your sweet tooth with The Twinkie Diet. Twinkies, day and night, night and day. Since there is insignificant nutritional value in these not-found-in-nature foodstuffs, you might as well engage in an all-chocolate or all-vodka diet for the same results.
Finally, winning the “most disgusting award” is The Tapeworm Diet, illegal in the U.S., but still offered elsewhere. One ingests beef tapeworm cysts, which eventually interfere with digestion and absorption of nutrients, generating significant weight loss. Once goal weight is reached, an antibiotic is given, which kills the tapeworm so it can be expelled. Aside from the “yick factor,” other side effects can include cysts in the liver, eyes, brain, and spinal cord with potentially lethal consequences.
However, just thinking about that is enough to squelch one’s appetite causing a drop of a few pounds — so maybe it does work after all.
About the author: Scott “Q” Marcus is a professional speaker and the CRP of www.ThisTimeIMeanIt.com, a website for people and organizations who are frustrated with making promises and are ready to make a change. Sign up for his free newsletter at the site or friend him at facebook.com/thistimeimeanit. He is also available for coaching and speaking engagements at 707.442.6243 or scottq@scottqmarcus.com.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Ode to my pants

By Scott "Q" Marcus

Mirror, mirror in my room
It’s time to start my daily groom
In previous days, we’ve oft locked horns
Yet adorning myself ‘twill be different this morn

I’ve followed my diet so sure and sound
My middle no longer as wide around
Trying clothes from the closet, I used to hate
With newfound pride, I do not hesitate

My favorite pants are top of the list
Compliments formerly heard have been sorely missed
I yank the trousers around my waist
Anticipating grand results, I dress with haste

At first my feelings are somewhat confused
These pants are too tight; I am bemused
Inhaling deeply, my stomach sucks in
“What’s this?” I wonder. “I’m not yet thin?”

I fuss, twist, stretch, and try to zip
Oh my goodness, did fabric rip?
Standing on tiptoes, trying to be taller
I suppose this should make my tummy smaller

I lift my stomach with one hand
The other is used to secure the band
I reach inside to find the tab
It will not go; still too much flab

I lie down on the bed upon my back
It seems I must try an alternate tack
I heave the snap into its place
Exhausted from effort, sweat covers my face

Rolling carefully and trying to rise
I begin to wonder about my size
It seems I have the slacks on now
Breathing would be nice; I’m not sure how

Stiff-legged I stand upon the floor
Success will be mine if I can reach the door
Like a movie monster, I lurch, not walk
My pants are so snug; I cannot talk

My stomach pains; I cannot bend
“Overstuffed sausage” described my rear end
The button in front is ready to burst
Better do something quickly or expect the worst

Falling against the closet, I remove my clothes
My stomach expands I can feel my toes
Relief comes quickly; blood starts flowing
These pants won’t fit without loads of sewing

Sadly the truth I have to admit
If I wish to wear trousers when I sit
I’m exhausted, tired, and feeling blue
Maybe I’m not yet a 32

Friday, January 13, 2012

Handling the food addiction

By Scott "Q" Marcus

He was celebrating four years of sobriety. When I asked how he knew it was time to initially seek help, he said, “I finally realized I had no control over alcohol. I thought about it all the time. I couldn’t wait to drink. I was obsessed with it.” As I listened, I thought, “Substitute the ‘food’ for ‘alcohol,’ and that’s me.” It was one of the triggers in getting me to lose my weight.
It was also the instant I realized that overeating is every bit as much of an addiction as drugs or alcohol.
We don’t like to think of overeating as an addiction for several reasons. First of all, it’s part of the norm to eat too much. That would make us a country of addicts, and true as that might be, we sure don’t want to admit it. Moreover, there are no age restrictions, you can do it in public, and it’s legal. Eating too much might make you fat, but a cop won’t pull you over for a 300-triglyceride level, it won’t cause you to black out, nor do unwise things you’ll regret with morning’s light.
Merriam-Webster’s Medical Dictionary defines addiction as, “persistent compulsive use of a substance known by the user to be physically, psychologically, or socially harmful.” Let’s be clear; when you’re hiding goodies in your purse, lying on the bed to tighten your belt, or avoiding social gatherings because you’re afraid of the reactions; it’s a safe bet you’ve met the entry qualifications for addicted.
The bigger problem is, unlike the more nefarious addictions, we cannot “just say no.” As difficult as it might be, an alcoholic can swear off booze, and a smoker can refuse cigarettes. We, however, must continue to indulge while learning to set arbitrary, always shifting, sometimes ill defined limits about what constitutes “too far.”
Sure, a half-gallon of ice cream is a pretty clear violation of self-control. One could say the same for a quart, maybe. But where do we draw the line? Is a cup all right? What about two? To the alcoholic, an ounce is too much. For us, where does it start?
Let’s set the stage: A healthy, thin person consoles herself after a rough day with “chocolate therapy,” downing a pint of fudge-brownie-chocolate chunk ice cream and a couple of devil’s food cookies as a chaser. After sharing with her co-workers the next day, they all laugh knowingly.
“I’ve been there,” says one, “Sometimes, you just need to go with it.”
No one thinks she’s addicted. She looks great. She’s healthy (albeit sporting a humongous sugar buzz). Yet, when I do the same actions for the same reasons, I’m out of control?
See, it’s not really about the overeating, but the internal dialog. A healthy personality analyzes the calorie overload and thinks, “Well, that was over the top. I better cut back tomorrow” — and she does, regaining her balance.
The food addict blows it out of proportion, thinking, “Oh my God! I blew it! How could I do this? This is awful! I can’t believe what an idiot I am!” Berating her very worth as a human being she finally decides she’s a complete failure. With that observation, she gives herself permission to let herself totally go and accelerates over the cliff.
Yeah, we’ve got issues. Yeah, it stinks. But handling mistakes is part of the process.  If guilt and shame were motivational, we’d be skinny as rails. It’s not about perfection. Everyone slips up; success will be determined in how we handle it afterwards.

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-- Reprinted with permission by Scott "Q" Marcus. Scott will be the keynote speaker at the Lighten Up SGV Community Weigh-In Event on January 28, 2012. He is a THINspirational speaker who presents to groups across the country who are looking to uplift their attitudes so they can be happier and healthier. In addition to speaking, Scott has a weekly syndicated column, “Striving for Imprefection,” that is now in its seventh year, and he is the founder and CRP (Chief Recovering Perfectionist) of ThisTimeIMeanIt.com, a supportive community for people who are tired of making commitments they don’t keep and who want to finally get past what’s holding them back.