The Diet Fad

Everyone I know is on a diet.

No carbs.  No starches.  No fats. No sugars.  No meat.

NO NO NO NO NO NO

That's the only word I hear with diets. No to this and no to that.

I weigh 160 pounds and my BMI is 29.  At 5' 2" I'm considered obese.  Yay.  But even with that knowledge, and knowing that my doctor constantly nags me about losing the extra pounds, I refuse to diet.
Maybe it's because I hate rejection, and hate hearing someone tell me "No you can't have that" (which probably makes me a little spoiled too).  Maybe it's because now that I'm an adult I keep telling myself  "I can eat what I want when I want!"  No freaky vegetables or mystery meat on my plate now...

For dinner tonight I had a 6"sub from Subway, smothered in mayo and cheese, and a bowl or tortellini soup that a coworker made.  They're both awesome.

So why would I tell myself that I cannot eat these things?  Why would I tell myself I don't deserve to eat my favorite things like pasta, potatoes, cakes or cookies and even the occasional (sometimes frequent) cheeseburger?  My husband loves me for who I am (and is probably my biggest enabler) regardless of my size.  I don't want to impress anybody.  I don't care to fit into the dress size I wore in high school.  My health is not in danger (although it could be better  ha ha) and I can still walk from the back of the Wal-Mart parking lot to the front door without passing out.

Both sides of my family are big.  As I've said before, I've given in to genetics.  Why fight the ineitable?  Why would I kill myself trying to fight something off only to defeated in the end?  My grandma is a big woman, but my grandpa loved her with everything he had.  I know my husband loves me, even though I can out-eat him 2:1.  As long as he loves me and is willing to make sure I can still get out of bed in the morning, I don't care what size I am, or could be.

Since everyone in the office is talking of dieting and their new plans, one of them asked me when I was going to 'jump on the dieting bandwagon'.  They laugh about the fact that you can't spell 'diet' without the word 'die'.  I told them I'd rather die downing a double Baconator from Wendy's then die of starvation dieting while nibbling on a carrot.

I have a sudden hankering for a brownie....and not the fat free/sugar free/gluten free kind.