Monday, August 29, 2011
[This article was first published as Frying in My Own Fat Week Two: Why I hate the French on Technorati.]
Apparently, though, I'm not the only failure. According to a recent study and news reports, obesity is fast replacing tobacco "as the single most important preventable cause of chronic non-communicable diseases."
I'm not quite sure why everyone else keeps failing, but I'm blaming the French because my failure can be summed up in two little French words– Creme Brulee.
For those of you who didn't take high school or college French, Creme Brulee roughly translates as "Fatty Fatty Two-by-Four." This dessert alone can single handedly be a diet saboteur, and even that word is French in its origins.
Need I say more about why I am no longer fond of the French?
So now I can only say that, according to the scale I keep hidden in my closet, I have only lost a grand total of two pounds since we got this party started two weeks ago.
Before the creme brulee debacle, I was down another pound by midweek and hoping to whack off another 16 ounces by my weekly Monday weigh in, so I could report a two pound loss for the week. But according to my cyber fitness pal, if all my days were like my day Friday, I'd gain 10 pounds in five weeks and look like that lady at the restaurant spilling out of her zebra print dress.
OK, OK, OK so maybe my cyber pal didn't give me that visual.
You might as well poke my eye out with a stick of salted butter.
Except I'd probably eat it–all 810 calories.