The Horror Diet
It’s what you go on when nothing else works. When you cut out any food you might have ever said “Oh my god! Give up ____? No WAY. I would just DIE!!!!” But in fact, you don’t die; you decide that you would prefer to keep living on this crazy planet, and so you jettison all grains, dairy, sugar, potatoes, yeast and chocolate from your cupboards, in favor of a rabbit-like regimen of steamed broccoli, kale, and salad by the truckload. You drink litres of water per day, and visualise and hypnotise and exercise, and yet you don’t lose a pound, in fact some weeks you GAIN weight. And people shake their heads and think that you’ve got to have a secret stash of cheesecakes you wolf down every night, or that if you really are telling the truth, you are one Freak of Nature.
The Horror Diet is also about what we are fed on a daily basis by our cultures…what society likes to shove down our throats, especially women, for how we should look and act and feel. So this blog is about both losing weight and self-acceptance, which may seem on the face of it, contradictory. But I am that complex.
Who am I?
Other than complex and fat, which you’ve probably devined by now, I’m a 42-year-old woman living in the US. This blog is an unofficial response to sparkpeople.com, a website for weight loss that allows users to blog but does not allow them to put in links or pictures. But I started blogging there anyway, and pretty soon the technical limitations, coupled with high praise from a number of sparkpeople members about my blog, made want to create a REAL blog.
Most importantly, this is a shout out to my beloved homies at sparkpeople, especially K, who was the stellar name-thinker-upper for this blog. When blogging about a medical study on how fat cells get to a point where they are only able to STORE fat instead of releasing it, and telling her that I was considering giving up yet ANOTHER food, she said, “You seem to prefer the horror diet genre. I’m in the mood for the romantic diet genre. That’s where they lie to me and tell me everything I want to hear.”
Why are you anonymous?
Because talking about my bodily functions and dysfunctions and the various emissions of my bowels is something best kept between us. But you can call me M’elle, short for Madamoiselle.
Need to send me your deepest thoughts? Do so at dish at horrordiet dot com.