In the Bay Area, we hear about the looming BART strike on a
daily basis. (BART is our subway
system.) On the evening news last night
I caught a glimpse of BART workers walking around in a circle with banners, and
enthusiastically shouting “What do we want? Higher wages! When do we want them? Now!”
I’m on strike too. A
carbohydrate strike. Those sneaky
devious carbs try to negotiate their way back into my diet when I least expect
it. Saturday night, they showed up
seemingly innocently, in the form of the delicious-looking off-white bread that
came with my custom-designed seared tuna salad at a “made-just-as-you-ordered”
salad restaurant. That bread looked
substantial and distinguished next to edamame beans, mixed greens, and a few
Nigiri-looking pieces of ahi.
Sometimes, the carbs beg to be devoured as a few Sun
Chips. Sometimes, I give in. I may have that occasional weekly piece of
bread or those few Sun Chips, but that’s as far as I’ll go towards a carb
crash. I don’t allow hostile takeovers--carb
binges that is.
I’m on the carbohydrate strike or low-carb diet because, I
find it easier to tolerate than other diets.
Proteins keep me full for a while.
Unfortunately, no diet is free from hunger pains. It is when we feel the hunger that we
lose the most weight. When hunger pains
strike, I can almost hear myself scream, “What do I want? Weight loss!
When do I want it? Now!”
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