Ditching The Diet Mentality

I think it’s time to talk about the D word. I’m not talking about Doc, Dopey or Dippy-Doo, the lesser known eighth dwarf. I’m pretty sure he had a nose habit, and I don’t mean the sneezing kind. There was a reason Disney bumped him from the entourage, although I’d like to think he made his way into rehab and eventually married Sneezy, where the pair lived happily ever after, especially after their investments in Kleenex and Clariton paid off.  

If you do happen to know which D word I’m referring to, then you are super smart and also maybe you read my post title, which leads me to believe you are in fact, super smart.

♫ Let’s talk about [diets] baby. Let’s talk about you and me. Let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be. Let’s talk abooooout [diets]. ♫ Sorry, a little tuneage from my prepubescent days seemed fitting.

Speaking of my youth, once upon a time I almost signed up to be on the television show Survivor simply because I thought it would be a fool-proof diet plan. While I never submitted an official entry form, I thought my idea had merit. Forced to live on a diet of rice and seaweed, because there’s no way I’d put bugs in my mouth, I’d have no choice but to lose those last stubborn ten pounds or five pounds or twenty pounds or however many I felt I needed to lose on that given day. My plan was brilliant. Or not.

I like to think with age comes a little bit of wisdom. At least that’s what I tell myself, and it is with time I’ve come to realize the flaw of any kind of diet plan, where you are denied foods you would normally enjoy without repercussions.

Let me clarify this statement with an example. I am not celiac, nor do I have any sensitivities. In fact, I love me some gluten-filled fabulous bread in all its wonderful forms: soft and fluffy bread, dense and hearty bread, doughy and flavorful bread. Basically bread is my jam, and to embark on the Atkins diet would be slow suicide for me. While I’m sure I would lose weight in the short-term, I would also lose my happy and ultimately gain the weight back and then some.

This is the point in the post where I get politically correct and say we’re all unique, our bodies operate differently and what one persons needs, another doesn’t. So while I think Atkins is a load of horse hooey, you might find it to be the best thing since sliced bread, without the actual bread, of course. In fact, if bread makes you physically ill, then I’d suggest you’d do well to stay away from it.

Avoiding foods you love because they make you feel sick is smart.

Avoiding those same foods because they make you feel guilty or you want to maintain your already slim physique is a different story altogether and one that speaks to restriction. 

For the sake of clarification, when I say food, I mean those you recognize as whole foods or whose ingredients you can not only pronounce, but identify as well. 

With that being said, why not take a close look at your current dietary choices and see if you aren’t denying yourself foods you truly enjoy, simply because you think they’ll make you fat. I’m talking about white flour, sugar, grains, cheese, egg yolks, or whatever fear food you might have. I know this is asking a lot. Believe me, as someone who has sat on the receiving end of a psychologist’s chair, I understand self-reflection is uncomfortable at best. It’s also where growth comes from, and if you are living in a world of restriction or denial, then perhaps a little change might be in order.  

Now if you happen to really love the taste of rice cakes and egg whites, then embrace those cardboard crackers and hold your colorless eggs up high. For me, I adore the simple and misunderstood cauliflower and I have no problems shouting it from the rooftops. If you’re eating rice cakes, egg whites, cauliflower, or whatever food fits for you simply because you like the caloric makeup better than the actual flavor, that’s being on a diet. And in the end, it’s going to bite you in the ass, something which should really be reserved for your partner of choice.

Instead of denying yourself, I say ditch the diet mentality.

Eat foods you love in the right quantities.

Eat lots of whole foods. Eat lots of nutrient dense foods.

Eat moderate amounts of chocolate.

Eat foods that make you feel good, physically and mentally.

Eat lots and lots of fruit. Eat lesser amounts of sugar.

Eat foods that nourish your heart, as well as your soul.

Eat good food, eat great food, eat flavorful food.

Eat Foods. You Want. To Eat. 

Eat Food.

Is there a food you deny yourself because you’re fearful it will make you gain weight, and if so why do think it will cause you to gain weight? What foods do you love to eat? How do you feel about restriction diets?

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My Top Ten Pet Peeves

I’ve got some gripes I’d like get off my chest, without actually losing a cup size though. That would suck.

Hey, don’t judge. It’s not nice and besides, my tatas are one of my biggest assets, literally. 

I Love My Boobs Except When I Run


I like to think I’m a fairly happy and positive person. With enormous breasts. Obviously. I try to see the silver lining in most situations and give people the benefit of the doubt even when they don’t necessarily deserve it. I live in world where unicorns frolic underneath giant rainbows and kitten breath is paramount to guilt-free, sugar-filled sundaes, with multiple cherries on top.

That being said, I can also be a snarky and spunky son of a monkey’s uncle. Hey look, I didn’t swear. Hold on, I need to go mark this down on the calendar.

Alright, I’m back. Where were we? Ah yes, the sassy side of me. It’s a pretty big part of my personality, and since I’m going on minimal sleep right now, as a result of Indoor Chipmunk Gate, which kicked off last night at 9 p.m., died down around 11 p.m. and perked back up at 5 a.m. this morning, in my boudoir no less, I’m sharing this lovely side of myself with you today. 

I bring you My Top Ten Pet Peeves, excluding lack of sleep. 

Confession: I had to work to come up with ten total pet peeves. I did it partially because Top Ten Lists worked for Letterman, and mainly because they’re good for SEO purposes. I’m shameful, I know. What can I say? It’s part of that sarcastic and salty side.

Sarcasm & Sass(source)

Alright strap on your seatbelts because we’re going for a ride.

My Top Ten Pet Peeves

  • Bad Driving: I could do an entire post on this topic and I still might, so for the sake of brevity, let me simply suggest using your turn signals. A pretty easy thing in the grand scheme of driving. Plus, they’re there for a reason and despite my attempts to improve on this skill, I am not a mind reader.

Stop Sign Douche Baggery


Locker Room Etiquette: There are two types of people in the locker room. Those that walk around naked as a jay bird, strike up a conversation with you and expect you to look in their eyes, which is totally not happening, and those that hide their bits and pieces to the best of their abilities. I fall into the latter group, although I have no problem with the former group. If you’re comfortable with group nudity, rock on with your bad self. I sure would appreciate it though, if you’d put down a towel before parking your rear on the community bench. M’kay. Thanks.  



Cling Wrap: I think there must be a special place in your Heaven of choice, for those who can work plastic wrap; I am not one of them. It either ends up stuck to me, the counter, my hair, pretty much anything but the food I’m trying to cover or it shrivels down to the size of a penny and renders itself useless.

Homophobia, Classicism, Sexism, Racism, Ageism, or any of the ism’s really. People are unique, and as such, we have different beliefs. It doesn’t make ours any better or theirs any less. I also know I’m not supposed to talk politics, and for me this isn’t political. It’s basic human rights.



The Non-Compliment Haircut Comment: ladies, you know what I’m talking about. The day after you get your hair done, your friends or coworkers say, “Oh look, you got a hair cut.” Or even worse, “Oh look, you got your hair cut. Do you like it?,” which loosely translates to I hate it, but let’s see what you think. Maybe if you say you hate it too, it will give me permission to say how grotesque it looks.

Bad Texting Etiquette: confession, if you text me in the middle of a work day, there’s a good chance I won’t even see it until hours later. I also really value my private time and have lots of respect for yours. My grievance is when you don’t respond for days on end, especially when an invitation is involved. Also please stop using all those cute little acronyms because I don’t know what they mean, and I’m too stubborn to look them up.

Texting Etiquette

Public Restroom Hygiene: gals I get it, but if you refuse to park your ass on the toilet seat and insist on doing the hover, then I insist you either stop peeing all over the seat or clean up after yourself when you do. Common courtesy. 

The Phrase Shut Up: I have no issues cussing like a sailor, but I think saying “Shut up” is paramount to bitch slapping my momma, which will cause me to set aside my non-violence stance and throw down. Nobody bitch slaps my momma.

Shut Up No!


Long Lines & Bad Traffic: if for no other reason than I’m incredible impatient. I don’t know how people in huge metropolitan areas do it. I’d lose my shit in 4.3 seconds, especially when it’s coupled with a side of Bad Driving.

Respect: at the end of the day, we’re all just people, regardless of our profession, and it’s important to remember that. Every single job is a cog in the wheel that makes our world go round. Science might play a role too.  

Respect Not Nice To The Waiter


There you have it folks. My Top Ten Pet Peeves.

I’m not sure about you, but I certainly feel better having gotten that off my well-endowed chest. Thanks for listening to my verbal purge; now head on over to Amanda Spoons and see what other people are Thinking Out Loud. Who knows, maybe they’re talking about unicorns, rainbows, kittens, and sundaes. Now doesn’t that sound lovely?     

Your turn. Tell me some of your pet peeves. What type of Locker Room Person are you? Naked as a jay bird or covering those bits and pieces?   

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WIAW: The Simplicity Edition

Despite my flair for the dramatic, I like things to be simple.

I appreciate when people get right to the point, my own blogging aside of course, and I value efficiency.

While I weirdly, and in some twisted recesses of my mind, enjoy watching the Housewives of Whatever County, I never want that kind of drama in my life. Truth be told, a good day is one where I knock a lot of items off my list, especially when those items involve things like read book, eat dinner, and make Blueberry Oatmeal Crumble Bars.

I appreciate the days where I get a little, or even better a lot, of monkey loving, days where I get in a spin class and then come home and hang with the kitties in the yard, preferably next to my exploding cucumber patch and blossoming tomatoes. That my friends is an ideal day for me and simplicity at its finest.

Garden Harvest Cauliflower, Parsley, Garlic, Carrots, Tomato, Jalepeno, Cucumber and Chives

I’ve decided to stick with that theme for today’s What I Ate Wednesday and share my Monday eats. It was three straight up meals, no snacks, no gimmicks, just easy and simple. Please give a warm welcome to Jenn, our lovely hostess with the mostess…and a chickpea, and a feline and a pilot. Now that’s a menagerie.


And away we go.

Breakfast should have been a banana, followed by a bowl of homemade Lemon Blueberry Granola, a dollop of Greek yogurt and fresh blueberries. Sadly I went to work and left breakfast in a bag right by my back door. Fricken, fracken. Out of desperation, I hit up the lunch room’s vending machines and went with a banana (no surprise there) and two cheese sticks (again no surprises). A bit unusual, but it did the trick. I’m actually thinking if I upgrade to a better caliber cheese, this could become a regular occurrence.  

Banana and Cheese Sticks

For lunch, I was fortunate and had a rare meal out at Ken Stewart’s, where I dined on Farro Risotto with baby kale, corn, edamame, and roasted tomatoes. Oh and my coworkers didn’t even bat an eye when I whipped out my phone and photographed my dish. They’ve become desensitized to my ways, which pleases the crazy in me to no end.

Farro Risotto

Dinner was a special treat and one I haven’t indulged in a quite some time. I ate an entire head of cauliflower, the one in the very first picture to be exact, which was harvested from my very own backyard garden. I roasted it and then covered it in a Blue Cheese Vinaigrette dressing. It was sensational and yes, I am still talking about cauliflower. Go ahead and try it, then we’ll talk. 

Roasted Cauliflower with Blue Cheese Vinaigrette

There you have it, my friends: three simple meals for a simple gal, living a simple life, or something to that effect.

Do you prefer three solid square meals and nothing else or a bunch of small meals or perhaps even both? Do you like the simple life or do you prefer some drama in your day?  

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