Read somewhere that mice put on very low calorie diets, read just enough to make them buzz around with requisite energy to last the day, tend to have a longer life. Something to do with them telomeres shortening or lengthening and such esoteric stuff that I will leave best to them scientist types to explain coherently, and just stick to the essence of it all, which translates into ‘restricted calorie diet’.
Now for a person to whom the word diet itself is accompanied by the skull and bones emblem and the words danger, inflammable, poisonous and all such associated imagery, this premise was not intriguing. At all. And as I rationalised, as much rationalisation as I can do, given that I rationalise eating one piece of cake with the very valid reason of wanting to eat it, did I really want an extended life with the wrinkles slapped on or a life that offered me an aches and pains free body, but one that happily had me consigned to the furnace by age 60. Which is a decent age to die according to me. When I was 19, 40 was the perfect age to die according to me, but now that am a couple of years away have extended my deadline.
Wouldnt want to be a living skeleton laid up on a bier with the family hanging around waiting to chuck me into the electric oven. And going off to celebrate the riddance, with a quiet wake where people would get drunk and tell nasty stories about how I attempted to poison them with my cooking. Or slow gas them with perfume fumes.
Back to restricted calories. There had to be something to this damn diet, given that they tell us that people who live long and stay healthier eat less, stay active more, and cut out the meat. Simple enough, eh? But not to me. The husband, on one of his rare religious trips, has decided to give up alcohol and non vegetarian food for the month of Shravan and tried haplessly to rope me in to keep in company. Actually, he started off under the assumption that I would follow him meekly like a cow in his religious whims and fancies, and was actually quite taken aback when I flatly refused. And when I told him abstinence to me would mean abstinence at every level and was he willing for me to take that vow for a month. Yep. I think not. So he went ahead with his shravan and I chewed my animal proteins in peace.
The alcohol I have given up a while ago, and strangely dont even feel the need to get back to downing them spirits again. But the month is almost up, and the man is looking slimmer and tauter and handsomer than he did before he started out, and I am doing a rethink on my obstinate refusal to join him in the detoxification of the body. But am tempted. Will think about it seriously after a day when I have grossly overeaten and am metaphorically kicking myself on the shin for my disgusting lack of self control on food intake issues. That will probably be the best time to resolve to go on an instant fruit, veggie and nuts diet and not feel all martyr-like about it.
Coming back to the calorie restricted diet, decided to try it out. With me calorie restriction would mean one paratha instead of two. Half a pastry instead of a whole. You know. I believe in gradually depriving the body of the treats it is used to.
Seriously though, the diet does make sense. Eat only as much as the body requires to live on. Dont overload your digestive system. Think of them miracle men who live for months on water and sunshine and know that you will survive, despite the smog in the air and the pollutants and ecoli in the water.
And more importantly, you can buy more clothes with the money you save from the restaurant bills you dont need to pay anymore. And what’s better, you might actually be able to fit into them too.
Need anymore compelling reasons to cut down that calorie intake right now?
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