If you’re anything like me, you vowed to begin your diet after Easter. Just like there’s no logic in watching your weight before the holidays. There’s a reason everyone starts in January. We want to allow ourselves to indulge at certain times of the year.
In fact, this time as I start anew, I’m going to follow popular wisdom and not call it a diet. The word has negative connotations and brings with it a notion of deprivation. Case in point — the grapefruit diet, the cabbage soup diet, the low-carb diet. Feeling deprived easily leads to binging, which isn’t simply falling off the wagon, but hurling yourself off at top speed. I have a friend, grateful to remain nameless I’m sure, who gave up sugar for Lent. When I l heard from her Monday, she was halfway through a bag of chocolate eggs, surrounded by pastel-colored foil wrappers. I once went on a “detox diet” that limited me to fruits and vegetables. I lasted two days and on the third, ate an entire pan of brownies.
My mother likes to say, “All things in moderation.” Maybe she has a point. Sunday evening, I polished off an entire 12-pack of Peeps. You know, those cute, little marshmallow treats covered in enough sugar to jumpstart your way to Diabetes. Needless to say, I felt a little ill, yet seemed to have boundless energy. Then hours later, I couldn’t pick myself up off the couch to let in the cat. Even a single Peep defies the moderation principle. It’s simply too sweet for some.
Just ask Frankie. While he certainly doesn’t live by my mother’s rule, he does have particular tastes. Having stolen a Peep from my Easter basket, he discarded it, soggy and uneaten, in the middle of my mom’s bed. My friend, Mary, says the only thing worse than finding a wet Peep in your bed, is stepping in cat puke in the middle of the night. Though, now that I think about it, maybe Frankie took issue with the texture, not the taste. Or maybe it was both.
So, here’s to fresh starts. And don’t forget you can give the forbidden treats away. Take it from me: you don’t have to eat the whole package of Peeps to get them out of the house.