The unthinkable has happened: the word diet (or the battlecry “di nako magra-rice kahit kailan!!!”) is no longer part of my daily vocabulary.
It is the most liberating thing I have ever felt… ever!!!
To eat all the rice I want.
To eat an occasional bag of potato chips and not internally berate myself for it.
To go nuts with beer and not wail about my fratman’s gut for the next few days.
To re-consider stopping by McDonald’s on my way to the office not because it’s fattening, but because it’s shit food.
To have dessert.
It’s really great. I’ve gained some weight but I am oddly more comfortable with my body now. I think I just stopped caring! Someone’s always going to be fatter than I am anyway.
I still have terrible eating habits, though. Skipping meals, eating junk— that sort of thing.
This time around, I did Diet Diva just so I could eat like a healthy, normal person.
Here are the things the good folks at Diet Diva put in my tummy last week:
Breakfast: Wheat ensaymada with hot chocolate
Lunch: Beef casserole with red mountain rice
Dinner: Chicken adobo flakes with hard-boiled egg and brown rice
Snack: Vegetable crackers