|My latest attempt. . .|
Among the top secrets in my life (except it’s not for those people who see me often or even from time to time) is the one about writing a lengthly proposal — more that 100 pages — and then a book. I’ve tried to think of a more delicate way to express the side effect, but why be coy? Book writing and all its attendant pre and post details is fattening. It is.
I asked my great friend Betty Lou Phillips, who somehow manages to write a book every year, whether she finds this problem to be a common phenomenon. She told me she has gained five pounds with every book she has written. She immediately loses them however. I can attest to that.
It must be hours of sitting on one’s derriere while nibbling in front of the computer. Betty Lou suggested for any future books I may write to pop pumpkin seeds. Duly noted.
As My-Reason-For-Living-In-France has noted on many occasions — and I’ve come to accept the fact he probably has a point — I’m an “excessive.”
I’m hesitating here about telling you the truth, but since we’re among friends, I’ll confess. In the long, drawn out process that went into writing my book — about four years basically — I’ve gained 30 pounds. There, I’ve said it. Fortunately, I’m not structurally delicate. I am, what one referred to back in Niagara Falls, NY, as “big boned” — maybe a euphemism, but there you have it. I’m also a little over 5’10” tall. It sounds like I’m making excuses. . .well, OK, maybe I am. Add to the sitting on the derriere, the careless grazing and the fact that the pool where I had my exercise classes and faithfully did my 30-plus lengths almost every day, has been closed for renovation for two years. That counts. . .
Also, and this makes me clutch, if by some miracle I do any television, cameras add 10 pounds! Terrifying.
|More seasonal bounty, just add cherries, nectarines and peaches. I bought a basket exactly like this when Andrea and I went to Provence last month. Toting it about for my shopping makes me feel very French.|
I’m now trying to decide whether I feel better after getting the weight of this confession off my chest (too bad I can’t get it off my thighs). Not really. I feel more embarrassed to tell you the truth. But having fessed-up I can also tell you that I’ve started doing something about the problem.
I’m combining lots of the tricks and techniques I learned from the experts I interviewed for my diet chapter and a few days ago I added a newly discovered trick to the mix. By some random stroke of luck I found Mark Bittman’s book “VB6” which, translated, means Vegan before 6 p.m. He said he lost some 35 pounds using a diet of all vegan throughout the day with small amounts of animal protein for dinner, no matter what time one dines.
|Grains and legumes, ’em|
Will this work? All I can say is, I hope so. The diet appeals to what I love to eat: fruit, vegetables, legumes and grains of all sorts and pretty much as much as we want to eat. As I write this I have pinto beans soaking in the kitchen.
Bittman, whom you may know from his columns in the New York Times, tries to emphasize the health benefits of his regime to sort of downplay the weight loss “side-effects” but you and I know the real reason I bought the book. I consider the health benefits the side-effects.
I’ll keep you posted and also pass along bits of advice I learned from my experts over the next few months as I try to hit my goal. If you would like to join me I would be thrilled. What fun that would be.
More good news, the pool re-opens next month and MRFLIF put air in the tires of my bicycle, so I’m off. . .