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Friday, March 8, 2013

Epic Fail Diet Tips from Z Desert Rocks


Okay survivors. We’re way past January now, so fess up, how’s that New Year’s Resolution going? Admit it, we all wanted to sign up for the gym and tried cutting back on French fries, but somewhere along the line, the constitutional right to bear arms or eat anything we want, got tangled in our brain. Did a big city mayor outlaw giant sodas or semi-automatic weapons? Cataclysmically superior excuses like End of the Year Prophecies, maniac shooters, storms and hurling meteorites heading for Earth kept us glued to the couch, crying into our cheesy nachos. Here we are in March and the only thing cataclysmic is my weight. Unfortunately, there is no easy answer to my dilemma but here are five steps to avoid. Five things you might thank me for later. Trust me, I've done decades of research to avoid regular diets which I've heard don’t work that well either.


About Moving to France. Most of you have heard that French folks don’t get fat even though they love butter, cheese and pastries. Have you been to Paris? Seriously, very few plump people. Glamorous women and sophisticated guys all walking or riding their bike to get baguettes and butter and by the time they find a place to park and set foot into the bakery, their heart rate is elevated and healthier. Don’t forget, they have to go home too!

 Let’s say they splurge and buy one of those cute little French cars like a Citroen or something. Well guess what? They have to walk to the parking garage and it’s not close either. Then, when they park at the bakery, they have to walk several blocks for a cream filled Napoleon.

Furthermore, they are very romantic over there and these folks standing in line at the bakery are forming normal social relationships that occasionally end up in bed rather than just playing CheddarVille on Facebook. Imagine all the calories used by staying up all night after a dinner of butter sauteed food avec melted brie? Anyway, by not moving to France, you might suffer, but not everyone can be French. C'est la vie.

Bag Lady vs Haute Couture?
Do you honestly think the XXL sized top makes you look thin? It just looks silly and sloppy and you will easily and sadly think there’s room for an extra cupcake. Don’t do it. Buy the correct size because I tried this and it doesn't work. I have clothes in my closet that can easily fit around three Giant-Discount-Mart shoppers facing a windstorm and could quickly become an ad hoc tent. French designers have known this secret for eons.
This stylish lady is walking her dog
 but ready for shooting too. 

Wonder if she's French?

Breed Matters.
This sounds great in theory except there are some dogs that apparently will not respond to normal training. Namely, my feisty one-year-old Chihuahua Fiona, who wants to bite anyone trying to put her on a leash. Should that person successfully finagle the collar, and pull the leash, she bucks her tuchis down in stubborn protest. No way, no how, our rescued little pup refuses to walk. Grass, picnics, snacks, it doesn't matter we've tried  every method but alas, she refuses. The point is, get a dog you know will walk with you like a French poodle or stay fat.

The Martyr
You are dining across from the dearest, most encouraging soul mate in the world. You get to the last micro-sized piece of delicious food on your plate and even though you want it, you get persnickety. You want it bad. There’s just enough drink left to wash it down and it’s heavenly. But you pretend you’re full. You sacrifice yourself that last morsel of culinary magic by shoving it across the table as if facing a Labrador retriever. Wanting to please, they shamelessly scarf it up and smile. What were you thinking? You were not full. Admit it. Later when no one’s looking, you’ll make up for those calories and more. Don’t lie.

Clarification
Lastly, I spent most of my life confused about this next, crucial issue regarding  moderate exercises four to five days a week…. Doesn't driving the kids to school, making the bed, doing dishes, laundry or going to work and walking all day or standing on our feet for hours and hours count as exercise?
  NO! ??The half an hour--four or five days a week of moderate walking or exercise is in Addition to everything else we do. OHHHHH (Add favorite expletive) -- Especially if you like cheese.

 What do you think, isn't France sounding better all the time?

20 comments:

  1. Breed does matter! I've been trying to find another Yorkshire Terrier owner who will confirm to me that Yorkies will not poop outside.

    I'm serious. Mine will pee in several different spots and I can stay outside an entire hour, wishing she'd poop already. When she doesn't, I let her back inside. I'm exhausted having spent all that time outside waiting.

    I turn my head for a split second and there she goes...turd on my floor.

    Did I mention I like French toast?

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    1. Diane, I think next time Fiona refuses to walk, she's French toast! (Don't worry PETA, I love my dog)

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  2. What about a Mediterranean diet? Lots of olive oil and yet most of those people are skinny as well.

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    1. Alex, France is far enough? Are you trying to get rid of me?
      Yeah, the Mediterranean diet is awesome but I don't know how to prepare couscous and tabbouleh--only fettuccine Alfredo. Pass the cheese. :)

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  3. bawahahahahaha love this.
    Now I really am moving to France and I love Citroen, best car ever.
    If a Chihuahua doesn't want to do something they don't. They are not used as barking, biting guard dogs in Mexico for nothing.

    And my "diet" is really working I have gained 10 lbs.... not happy camper here.

    cheers, parsnip

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    1. Thanks for laughing at the right parts Parsnip. Actually Fiona's doing a little better with walking now that I'm babysitting my brother's dog too. She wants to show off.

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  4. Let me see. What I remeber reading or hearing about French is exactly what you said--they walk or bike evrywhere. The French women (supposidly) only "nibble" on food (right).

    I'm with you on chores, and doesn't WAlmart count as walking three miles? What the heck?

    And sice you used the word persnickety, I think you win a chocolate hug from me (^; LOVED THIS!

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    1. Did you say chocolate Lorelei? Oh my, that's another problem!

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  5. Ah, Fiona. She's a diva, isn't she?

    France is looking lovely right now.

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  6. William, if you only knew...diva is the understatement of the year!

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  7. Me, I do it the French way. It's real butter or nothing! Funny blog.

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  8. I'm with Mari. I eat butter but I stay away from American cuisine. It doesn't work for me.

    Hugs and chocolate,
    Shelly

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  9. We had a gorgeous little King Charles spaniel who refused to walk on a leash, but we got over the problem by buying his brother! Albe would not move a paw when the lead was attached, but Patch would go out ten times a day if we took him. For the first six months, we walked Patch and carried Albe (excellent way to lose weight) but eventually Albe was desperate to know just exactly what Patch was up to – problem solved.
    We don’t have a dog now so I think Paris is the only answer!

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  10. Haha! Great post, Eve! I thought the same when I was in England last winter... it's starch and carb central and yet the citizens are all slim. How?! Because they walk everywhere.

    I hate exercising.

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  11. Lol! Well I'll take any excuse to go there. And yes, all that parenting and housework should totally count as exercise! Well, despite my injured back and bursitis (and eating a lot of fast food) I've actually lost weight. Must be hyperthyroidism or something, but I'm totally okay with that! Lol.

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  12. They do walk a lot. We hardly walk at all. I'll walk more when I can wear my laptop, type and walk at the same time. Seriously, though, studies show that women in the 50's and 60's had more housework to do and therefore kept themselves in shape better. Seems like no matter how much housework I do, that never works.

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  13. The food of the french is fattening, but the portion sizes are small. I wonder if New Yorkers (who do a lot of walking like the french) are also thinner. Getting fat in France would be problematic. One would not be able to fit into their tiny elevators. As for broken NY resolutions, mine was a little different. I said that I'd start visiting the gym in February because I hate fighting for machines. I've been a few times but not nearly enough.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  14. The thought of walking everywhere—ugh. Who knows, though? Maybe I'd like it. I love walking in NYC.

    Happy Sunday!

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  15. I've kind of put off my new year's resolution because of kidney stone issues, but am about to re-attack it this week.

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  16. France doesn't sound too bad, but the taxes are outrageous!

    My company is based out of France. Our conference calls are funny. It only took me three or four meetings to finally understand what they're saying.

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