In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’ve Become My Parents.”
I have not become my parents, but I get along much better as an adult than as a teenager with them. In fact, I even enjoy their company and look forward to our too few visits every year. It has taken literally years to reach this state, but the rewards have been vast. In fact, I just agreed to participate in a joint diet with my mom. Don’t know anything about it, mom will send me the book this week and we can start next week. Goal is to get fitter and slimmer for another european vacation next october. Mom wants to go crusing in southern France and visit a truffle farm. Of course I said yes. Europe is fantastic, I’ll come visit anytime. And if lucky someday, I might even get to live there for a while.
Anyway, back to the diet which includes lots of pyschological tricks, games, and other mental gryations. It will be an interesting challenge. But since I don’t really know the rules, want to propose a few ground rules of my own.
1. No Scales.
The purpose of this diet is to make our selves healthier for a european vacation. So lets pick something that actually measures health. First thing I suggest is finding a pair of pants that are bit tight. Success is when these pants fit well. Second is adding some exercise. So we add a couple easy stretches, two pushups, five sit ups a day. And then over time, we increase it. Success can easily be measured by doubling the number of daily pushups or adding a new exercise. Each of us gets to choose our own set of initial exercises.
It’s OK to cheat once a week. And no one has to confess to cheating. I don’t even want to define what cheating means, but I’ll know it when I do it.
3. Measuring progress.
We measure progress on a weekly or bi-weekly basis. That means trying on those damned tight pants and seeing how they do. Record how many push-ups or whatever one is doing. Mom–do you think we have to share these figures?
I don’t to hear the word diet, deprivation, or denial. Lets focus on the positive words like adjusting portions or adding in healthy behaviors. Yeah, I know, it seems petty to worry about the words. but that makes me happy. I can live in denial and focus on the positive. It’s soft of like when I tell myself that reading 100’s of line of code is fun. A challenge, a puzzle to figure out what that code is doing. Or like the day the air conditioning broke at work and I kept reminding myself we were adopting the european fashions on airconditioning. Although to be honest, I would really like a compromise between the two settings. 80 degrees in the office is hot. But 68 or even 70 degrees is too cold.
And with these conditions….let the diet competition begin.