Skinny Me

“I am an eater! C’mon. Starving yourself to get thin, no breasts, no hips till we look like little boys. Girlfriends, big or small, fat or thin, worship your body. It’s the only one you’ve got.” – Carla, from the movie 'Connie and Carla'

Yesterday, I started my revised South Beach diet. ‘Revised’ because I made it Filipino friendly, using foods easily available in general grocery shelves. It wasn’t easy. But two days into phase I, my instincts as a nutritionist-dietitian told me I was doing something terribly wrong.

Day 1 was tolerable. I had eggs, sausages, gelatin and a multi-grain ham and cheese sandwich. Actually, even the multi-grain bread was restricted in phase I but after running 3 km on a treadmill, biking 1 km on a stationary bike and 15 minutes on a glider machine, I knew I had to take in the carbs or I’ll be hypoglycemic.



Day 2 was hell. No South Beach friendly food at home. I had to do lots of stuff in the bakery and my glucose levels are running low. No matter how much cheese or vegetable I force down my throat, I know my mood would not improve. There’s only one thing to do.

I saw the first batch of doughnuts on the table. I didn’t wait for someone to get the sugar coating for me. I just reached for the powdered sugar and dipped one in. Boy, it tasted like heaven.

I should’ve listened to Dave, RND. That diet was a joke. And so are the doctors who think they know a thing or two about wellness and nutrition. Because after two days into that diet, I started wondering what that Agaston doctor was thinking when he formulated that diet. So I bid my South Beach diet goodbye and just made a diet for me. The way we NDs do it.

So hello again, refined carbs. I’ll just run like a mad hamster on the treadmill on Thursday.