Monday, December 24, 2007

"They may be bitches, but they are skinny bitches."

I gave up coffee nineteen days ago.

And just this moment I successfully walked away from a coffee percolator that looked suspiciously as though it were about to drip the sweet nectar of consciousness into my favorite mug.

I can't imagine how it became so precariously perched. Maybe it had something to do with me putting it there.

Yes. I was about to throw nineteen days worth of withdrawal jitters and obtundent lecture attendance to nurse once more at the teat of blessed caffeination.

But I didn't. I walked away and came to the keyboard instead.

My very sweet and ridiculously gorgeous cousin decided she and I should have our own personal book club spotlighting the "no nonsense tough love guide for savvy girls who want to stop eating crap and start looking fabulous": Skinny Bitch.

It reads like something I would write if I were a hungover drill sergeant on my period paging through science fiction (read: REALLY, REALLY CRANKY) and had no regard for my readers' capacity for human emotion. There's a certain, "C'mon you fat, lame fools, stop wrecking your body and wasting my time," tone to the prose. The sarcasm leaps off the page and lambastes any preconceived notions of decency regarding my diet CLEAR OUT OF MY HEAD. The only way it could be more effective is if the sharp wit could come to life and actually slice the fat off my booty.

In short, the narrative manhandling scares the ever loving shit out of me. They aren't kidding when they say, "no nonsense."

I have read only Chapter One.

There were so many things within the "Give It Up" chapter that I need to work on I don't think I yet deserve to go on to the rest of the book. Or rather, I don't know that I can take the shame onslaught that will inevitably result if I read on and have to sustain more acerbic slaps to the face as I confront the truth that my diet suckity suck suck sucks.

So, because I want to keep reading the book, but don't feel I can face the authors again until I've made some changes, I gave up coffee.

I realize as a member of both the medical profession and the Starbucks generation this effort amounts to sheer blasphemy. But the Skinny Bitches say that coffee's acidity goads the body to produce fat cells to emulsify the coffee. The fat cells surround the uh, absorbed coffee, or what I envision as little piranha like Pac-men, and bar their destructive jaws from hurting the body. Now, this is all well and good, Go Body! with its adaptive mechanisms and all that, but I sure don't need extra fat cells circulating about.

Particularly if they're coming from something as second string luxurious as coffee. I'd rather save my fat cells for cheesecake. Or pizza. Mmmm... pizza...

So... I don't know how effective this has been, because it's but one small change I've made of about eighty three thousand I probably should, but that first week I gave up coffee... I WAS pretty bitchy. I assume that means it's working. I had half of the skinny bitch-dom down.

Since parting with the dark roasted temptress I have also been getting fewer headaches and I've started sating my hot beverage cravings with all manners of tea that claim to be antioxidant laden. Overall these seem like two positives and... perhaps more valid measures of the authors' advice.

To those of you who wonder why I'd listen to a book that makes me feel awful about myself I'd like to point out that I am a medical student. Masochism is how I roll.

In all honesty though, there's promise of applicability. It cuts the crap and speaks to me in chick-lit language I can relate to and be influenced by. If you're still looking for a stocking stuffer for someone who won't be offended if you say, "Oh, the title made me think of you!" I highly recommend it.

2 comments:

  1. Hmmmm..... the problem is that I'm not sure I believe that coffee makes you fat. It's the sugar/milk you pour into it, the muffin you eat with it, etc. that does the trick. On the other hand, if you are ACTUALLY ABLE to quit drinking coffee, then you'll probably be able to quit eating shit too. I have to say that I'm very impressed with your 19 days.....

    Things that work for me:

    1. Exercise enough such that I burn about 1000 calories more than I would without exercise each week (equivalent to about 10 miles of running over a week).

    2. Eat out rarely (less than once a week).

    3. Drink less booze (especially beer).

    4. Don't eat cookies ever (if I eat 1, all of a sudden it becomes ok to eat 10).

    5. Always forgo the bread.

    6. Stop eating when you stop feeling hungry. Remind yourself that if you can feel the food in your stomach pushing against your pants after you eat a meal, then you ate too much.

    7. No soda (even diet) under any circumstances.

    PS - I like the snow thing you have on you blog.

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  2. "a coffee percolator that looked suspiciously as though it were about to drip the sweet nectar of consciousness into my favorite mug."

    Just one of the many lines in this post that made me giggle appreciably at your writing skilz.

    (I hope you can take a compliment about your writing from someone who uses "z"s at the ends of her words to give her...um...street...cred?)

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