I started a new diet a week ago, and Iâve already lost six pounds.
That got your attention. Two things are guaranteed to keep you readingâa diet plan that really works and surefire sex tips to make you a tiger in the sack when the lights go out.
So that makes me an expertâon diet, sadly.
Thanks to the holidays and then two months of out-of-town visitors who insisted on watching me eat and drink too much, my weight had crept up into that uncomfortable range. I donât need a scale to tell me when itâs time to diet. I just take a walk. When my thighs start rubbing on each other like sophomores at a sock hop, itâs time.
I wonât tell you my starting weight. Letâs just say Iâm not one of those guys who looks like he swallowed a fourth grader. Maybe just the kidâs book bag. If you had to describe me to the police youâd probably say, âWell, he was a bit on the pudgy sideâbut still strikingly handsome!â And youâd be half right, which is about par for the typical eye witness.
If youâre like me, youâve probably tried just about every diet thatâs ever been publishedâalthough I never got around to the coffee enema diet. After all, who wants to lie in bed all night and listen to a rectum that never sleeps?
None of those other diets ever worked for me, so I decided to try my own.
First, a definition: A diet means not putting something in your mouth that youâd really like to put in your mouth. In other words, all diets are regimens of deprivation.
And my theory is: If youâre gonna go the deprivation route, embrace the horror and go gonzo about it!
Most diets tell you to take it slow, one step at a time. If you normally eat two cookies after lunch, limit it to one, they say. And be patient.
But, hey, a cookie denied is a cookie denied. While dieting, you donât walk away from the table feeling good about the cookie you ate. You feel lousy about the one you left behind.
My plan? Go gonzo! Donât eat any cookies. Or any other âemptyâ calories like candy, mayonnaise, or alcohol. (It hurts to include that last item on the âemptyâ list. One manâs hollow is another manâs holy.)
In fact, donât eat three square meals a dayâeat only one. And make it a small one. After all, youâre in gonzo mode.
I start the day with black coffee. By midmorning, when I feel I might bite the mailman, Iâll eat half a grapefruit, unsweetened.
Lunch is minimal. A couple carrots. Or some tuna right out of the little can. Maybe a cracker or two to help it go down.
Dinner is when the magic happens. Maybe a small cheeseburger or a chicken breast. But no shakes, malts, or Cokes. In fact, I drink nothing all day but black coffee and water. (Hey, itâs not supposed to taste like a banquet. Itâs supposed to taste like deprivation.)
When mealtime rolls around, imagine youâre in a monastery and then give the other monks your food, because theyâre hungrier than you are. Monks are into deprivation for the long haul, but youâre a gonzoid. Get in, accomplish the mission, and get on with your life.
Donât try to trick yourself into thinking itâs not going to be that bad. Itâll be bad. Itâll be gonzo-quality bad.
But not for long.
Total calories for the day? No more than 800 or soâless than half the recommended total for a guy. And once you start getting used to the deprivation after a few days, even less than that.
âBut what about the hunger pains?â you ask.
Well, letâs not get all junior-high dramatic here. Hunger may be unpleasant, but it isnât pain. The next time your stomach âhurtsâ with hunger, go slam your finger in the door and tell me which one demands your full attention.
But after a day or two of my gonzo diet, go stand on the scale whenever you feel hungry. See that diminishing number? It wonât take long for you to associate hunger with reward, not deprivation.
And then thereâs the cold water. Lots of it.
Ice water not only fills you up and staves off hunger, it actually helps you lose weight. Simple logicâthe definition of one dietary calorie is the amount of energy it takes to raise one kilogram of water one Celsius degree. In gonzo-speak: Ice water enters your body at about 35 degrees and exits at about 98.6 degrees. Youâll burn about 140 calories just converting a gallon of ice water into pee.
Your body can do that even while you watch the ball game. And that doesnât even include all the calories youâll burn dashing to the can between innings.
Of course, as with all diets, my gonzo diet has its drawbacksâchief among which is the grumpiness. Is it just me, or did the world start getting really annoying about a week ago? Even this article has me peeved. Punctuation pisses me off. Sometimes I throw stuff, and my wife makes me pick it up, which is exercise. More calories burned.
But, hey, Iâm losing weight. Six pounds this week. If I keep going for another week, Iâll be near my target weight. If I can last a week beyond that, Iâll start getting close to a normal Body Mass Index (BMI), and then I can stop calling all those BMI scientists idiots for coming up with such annoying numbers.
Soon, if you had to describe me to the police, youâll be able to say, âWell, he had near-normal BMIâbut still strikingly handsome, for a scowling curmudgeon!â And youâd be two-thirds right, which is more than you can expect from the typical eye witness.
So anyway, thatâs my tried-and-true gonzo diet plan. Take it or leave it. Your choice.
Maybe next time Iâll give you some surefire sex tips to make you a tiger in the sack when the lights go out.
And wipe that sarcastic smirk off your face. Iâm not in the mood.