Where have I been?
In the zone!
The zone diet, that is.
Mr Accident is a great one for jumping on the latest diet and exercise bandwagon.
Unfortunately he is an excellent band-wagonner. He's not the kind to quit on the first day. He has guts. He has determination. And that means, as the chief food preparer in the Accidental Household, I'm in this for the long haul.
And seriously, it's a haul. All meal and snacks are broken up into blocks of protein, fat and carbs. Everything has to be weighed or measured to make sure you are getting the right balance. It's a major hassle. And there is so much food! Most of it appears to be cheese.
Mr A convinced me of the benefits of the diet (it actually looks a lot like what we were already eating, but through the lens of multiple measuring spoons) so I've jumped on this shiny new bandwagon too. I might as well, if I'm already measuring for him.
Mr A is so excited we're doing it together. His quote? "This is the biggest thing we've ever done together! (You know, besides getting married and having kids...)"
All the counting means I have had to meal plan like a pro. I have a weekly plan on the fridge, meal menus written onto laminated, colour coded cards, even a laminated shopping list for what I need to buy each week. It's intense. I'm pretty sure I'd win the Extreme Meal Planning reality show (you know, if there was one. Anyone else want to enter?)
My fridge is stacked with prechopped vegies and "blocks" of measured protein. I had to buy so much food that the second outside fridge has been roped in to manage the overflow.
Unfortunately, the outside fridge also holds the chocolate. Which I now can't eat.
I'm not used to this! It's my first diet ever! Previously, when I found I was getting a wee bit pudgy, my plan was "eat less" and it worked a treat. But now I'm dieting, when I stroll past the fast food outlets near the supermarket, instead of barely noticing the multitudes of food I was allowed to eat but didn't much want to, now I turn into a fried food fiend, slavishly wishing I could eat a greasy noodle entree, followed by a chili potato and then a pancake chaser (hold the cheese). I want what I can't have. And I really miss my chocolate!
Well, only time will tell if this diet is going to deliver on the usual promises of increased youthful vitality, more visible ribs and an aversion to cheese (there is SO MUCH CHEESE). I'll keep you all updated. Because, as we know, there is nothing more interesting than listening to the rambles of the diet obsessed.... *yawn*
Do you diet?