I am going on a diet.  Do I need to go on a diet?  No, not particularly.  But, my husband decided that since he is at war, he’d like to add another dimension of insanity and deprivation.  And, as we’ve all heard on here before, I do not let my husband do things better than I do.  So, I’m dieting with him; or, more precisely, I’m dieting to beat him.  No, I cannot even stand to be beaten at weight loss. 

I’ve never been on a diet really.  I consider my normal diet to be very good, very well-rounded.  And I exercise like a maniac.  But, in the name of experimentation, I’m trying the Body-for-Life program.  Weight-loss gurus are the most influential philosophers of the 21st century, I think: what, with all the preaching about mind-body connection and the idea that feeling good=looking good=doing good.  And I certainly buy into that philosophy. 

The thing I’ve noticed by reading Bill Phillips’ book though is that it is very preachy.  It’s full of fitness absolutisms and universalisms.  Essentially, it’s fluff.  But it’s supposed to be motivational fluff.  I don’t know…I think I know too much about becoming and staying healthy that Body-for-Life seems a little elementary.  But I’m trying it.  I’m a good sport. 

I’m only a few days in and the transition from “normal” eating to “dieting” has been really easy.  I’m also stoked about the less-is-more attitude about exercise that the program takes.  Instead of spending hours at the gym, I’m now down to hour.  And what will I do with all that extra time?  Dream about all the wine that I’m not allowed to drink.

My husband is very invested in the program.  He’s even taken pictures, which he’s sent to me to post on the Internet.  I love you, honey!  Now I’m going to let everyone see you in your undies. 

Don’t worry, he has a big youknowwhat to make up for his pencil eraser-sized nipples.  And aren’t those dog tags sexy?  Meow…