teiresias | For another food-related post:

I have decided to cut out refined sugar from my diet. I really, really like things made with it, but it provides no nutrients whatsoever, inhibits the body's ability to burn fat in almost exactly the same way as alcohol does, and is, also like alcohol, a poison. Given all this, plus the fact that two members of my mother's family are currently diabetic, it really just makes sense for me to try to wean myself off of the stuff.

I doubt I'll be able to ditch it completely, of course, but if I can even get myself down to having it once every few weeks, that's a big improvement. I don't in the slightest have it in me to be a true ascetic, but I am capable of achieving a better nutritional equilibrium than I have previously. It's simply a matter of will.

I'm gradually accepting that I don't actually need to lose weight, but I still want to, if only in the name of some quasi-Rousseauian notion of perfectibility. It has nothing to do with health, just image, and that's okay. I won't ever have the 0% body fat one seems to need to be the media definition of "attractive", but that's fine. I just want my cheekbones to be more prominent, is all.

My narcissism is as a flame, bestowing warmth and comfort on my cold and barren soul.

God, I love being me.