written 9/28/1999
Lately, I haven’t been writing about the issue I planned to dedicate this diary to - my attempts at weight loss. I guess it’s because bigger problems have been bothering me (I’m not sure they’re bigger. Maybe if I felt better about my body I would feel sexier). And also because nothing very good has happened in that department. When I saw that I had gained 300 grams since I started writing, I felt so bad about myself and decided to do something drastic. Whenever I’ve lost any weight it’s been with my own crazy diets and not by going to a nutritionist or anything. That’s because I hate any form of vegetable, and when you tell nutritionists that they give up on you. There are no vegetable-lacking diets. Also, I have a policy of not eating things I don’t like - it’s bad enough not to eat things I DO like.
My best diet was "not eat anything at work and when I get home stuff myself". I lost 7 kilo on that one. I also did "the depression diet" - not eat anything for a week after a boy dumps you. I lost a whole lot on that one. You can imagine how happy I was.
So his week I decided to do "the potato diet" - I eat some chicken and a cup of cheese - enough to keep me going nutritionally, and the rest is potatoes. Because potatoes are filling, and how many potatoes could you eat? I told myself I would do it until I reached 60 Kilo, and then think of something else. When I got home (the day me and Odie went to "Waking Ned Divine") I was starving - hadn’t eaten the whole day, and Cocoa’s chocolate (Cocoa is our roommate), was calling me from the refrigerator. I managed to shut it up for a while, but kept thinking "Why not one little piece of chocolate? I’ve lost weight before without giving up chocolate?" Etc. etc. And my other personality was saying "Can’t you stick to your promise completely for once?" At the movies the candy bars kept talking to me. I keep telling myself that good food is no big deal, but I know the right piece of chocolate really does it to me.
I finished the day on about 700 calories, with 3 cubes of chocolate. I’m so useless.
(By the way, about our house: I live with two roommates, Spaghetti and Cocoa, in a three room apartment. Spaghetti is of Italian origin and loves cooking spaghetti. She also has curly brown hair that looks like strands of spaghetti. Cocoa has dark brown skin and she is sweet and mellow like chocolate. Also - all the chocolate in the house I eat is hers. Odie moved into my room 5 months ago, and Spaghetti’s boyfriend also lives with us. We girls pay the rent and have better jobs than the guys, which is a big joke with us. So we are 5 people who live in a 3 room apartment and this can get very, very crowded. I think many of the problems I have with Odie would be less drastic if there was more room. But I like my apartment, love my roommates, and I’m not sure enough of the relationship to move in with him alone. Oh, and he has no money…)
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