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I’m convinced it can be scientifically proven that dieting lengthens minutes. So if you think life's passing you by too fast—just start a weight loss regimen. So how come dieting is the fastest way to make life come to a screeching halt? Perhaps because, in many ways, it’s a gratingly passive endeavor. Consider that, typically I'd meet a goal or challenge with concrete action and plenty of it. But in so many ways, dieting is the opposite; where one must meet the problem only with religious in-action. In fact, it is only in the diligence of not-doing that one sees the desired result. Decline, decline, decline. It's an awkward reversal of how most of us control-freak, Type A's like to manage our difficulties. We want to get on top of it, wrest the life out of it, and document our success. And once victorious, we're then free to complain-brag to our friends and family about that most recent nuisance of a problem we had to deal with. Sigh. But not with weight loss, huh? Day by day...by excruciatingly long day. We can do nothing, really, but do nothing. Oh, of course we can work-out. But really it is all about the food and just saying no over and over (Say, non sequitor but we should have a word for saying “no” over and over – and to this end I respectfully propose nover). And of course joining a site like this helps too; creating some documented markers of progress and a sense of community. Also, a voyeuristic arena for unhealthy comparison that few can probably resist <g>. But somehow it does seem to help pass the time and so I suppose I’m better for it. Sigh. Well, to the abject relief of anyone reading this rambling mess I suppose I’ll sign off now. After all, I’m a busy dieter. I’ve got some grass to gaze upon as it grows…and after that I’m needed to observe some fresh paint drying. Beyond that I suppose I will just hunt for some snails to watch as they make their way across the driveway for a few raucous hours.
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