The most effective diet in the world is to find something you’re head-over-heels passionate about, then do it without food within your reach. You’ll get so caught up in the passion that you’ll forget to get up and go eat, or if you do think of it, you’ll brush it off as not worth leaving for.
For me, this thing is writing, and it’s all the more effective as I write in a coffee shop; an eight-minute walk home or a few precious dollars away from getting something to eat. This phenomenon is at its height during NaNoWriMo, when I’m reluctant to so much as go to the restroom before I’ve hit my word count.
This would be great if I needed to lose weight. As it is, I often hover a pound or two below my ideal weight, so I really can’t afford to lose any more.
There have been days that I’ve ingested, like, a handful of grapes and a sip of milk at midday. Then I wonder, “Why am I so tired? Why am I having trouble thinking? I’d better get to bed earlier tonight.*” So you see, it’s not a disorder, it’s not a complex. It’s just that passion has hit the override button.
Early this year, I got rather sick and dropped significantly lower. Then I proceeded to run Ever the Actor through its fifth draft. I was nearly ten pounds underweight for quite a while—and I was trying to eat. I like eating, I really do.
Speaking of which, hold on—I only just remembered Mom handed me a plum and a pluot as I walked out the door today.
Between that and the bagel I bought for brunch, I’m better fed than I usually am at this time of day.
Anyway, where was I going with this? …Aw, pox, that broke my writing flow. Something about how it’s a good idea to eat some of the things, even when you’re busy following your heart.
Scratch that. Don’t stop writing to eat, that’s how you end up writing blog posts with no clear point or punchy ending.
*Of course I would then proceed to stay up late… but that falls under the common internet-user’s issue of “Accidental Insomnia”