Today was active enough to keep me focused on something besides the lack of bacon in my life. The few times I found myself thinking about an upcoming meal or realizing that I was hungry, I didn’t feel helpless despair when I remembered I would not be having having a Bahama Mama for lunch. Instead, I experienced a very familiar reluctant acceptance.
I credit today’s tolerance of a plant based diet on the stellar self control I learned while following an Atkins-esque diet. I will detail my dieting history in future posts, but for now I will just say that I have spectacular ‘all or nothing’ self control. As long as I don’t try to trick myself into thinking that I can have something in moderation, I have a stainless steel will power. I have contentedly sipped coffee while people around me gorged on nachos, ice cream and pizza bagels because I know that a bite leads to a plate which easily segues into a tray and eventually dieting damnation. The self-control that I developed during that time seems well suited for this new lifestyle. It is a version of learned helplessness that has my id hardly putting forth any effort to get what it wants. Like an often kicked dog or George Castanza, my cravings have been beaten down by life and don’t have enough fight left in them to cause any real problems. Now if I can just keep the ego and super-ego from getting involved, I’ll be set. -286