diets are too much work

My friend L came to visit me today, and brought a book with her that she’s been reading lately called The G.I. Diet. It’s based around the glycemic index (hence the “G.I.”) and goes on about how our bodies react to the different amounts of sugars in the foods we eat. It may sound complicated, but it’s basically common sense. The G.I. Diet doesn’t tell you anything new, just the whole don’t eat too much fat, avoid refined carbs and most sugary things. Pretty straight-forward, and it seemed simple enough to follow – no weird foods to make or anything – so I offered to try it with her just to see what it was like.

Andhis is what I’ve had to eat today so far, trying to stick within the G.I. guidlines:

• Breakfast: a bowl of oatmeal mixed with some fat free, sugar-free yogurt and a handful of blueberries. Off to a good start, I think. 
• Snack: glass of skim milk
• For some reason, I neglected to have lunch. Oh right, I was out looking for a birthday present for The Mother (it’s tomorrow, oops).
• My next snack was some cherries, celery sticks and hummus, then a small slice of poundcake. Okay, so maybe that should count as my lunch…
• Dinner: TBE (To Be Eaten).

If it wasn’t for that slice of cake (which wasn’t even all that good… damn pound cake, you looked so yummy just sitting there on the counter), I’ve been doing well. Yet for some reason I’m finding it extremely difficult to not think about food all the time now that I know I’m on a “diet”. It’s crazy! Even now as I’m typing away that pound cake is calling to me… that same, mediocre pound cake. And the crackers and cheese (both on the “red-light”, aka banned foods list) my brother is eating in front of my very eyes. Never have I wanted to eat those plain, cardboard-flavoured crackers as much as I do now that I know I can’t. Or technically, shouldn’t. 

So I say, screw the salads and the stupid diets. Sorry L, Im gonna get me some crackers!