I finally began to understand that dieting becomes an undertow like the momentum of the ocean when it decides to roll out another glorious wave. First it gets psyched up by gathering thousands of gallons of water. Once it has collected bountiful rows of water, the wave curls upon itself and throws the water back to shore with magnificent power.
The same holds true with dieting. You invest a great deal of time and energy into counting calories or carbohydrates and studying information about food. On a Monday you start the diet that is going to make you “skinny” and have the perfect life. So you pork out until you’ve almost outgrown all of your jeans because you’re a free woman or man until Monday. Then on Monday your all-or-nothing thinking kicks into turbo mode and you have a “good” (perfect or close to perfect) dieting day. You think you’re on your way to skinnihood, and you will have the perfect life because of your new skinny body.
But by Thursday or Friday, the cravings build up until you crave and eat everything not nailed down. You pack your gut with all the foods you craved. The binge is a violent experience in which you shove the food in like an abandoned dog that hasn’t eaten in a week. You do this either alone or with one or more of your dieting buddies who have also bought into the cultural lie: “If I am skinny, I will have the perfect life.” Once again, you are scared that if you don’t stop this pattern, your weight will double and you will grow sad and lonely.
And so you hop back on the diet train, but all you can think about is food and the tiny jeans you will buy. Once again, your brain gets saturated with thoughts about food, fat, and rearends. You go to stores, restaurants, your cupboards, and graze your way through Costco again and again until they figure out you’ve devoured all the samples and kick your rear end out.