Besides the fact that I'll be turning 30 in December, I came to this epiphany when Dave and I started a diet together this week--involving things like salad and mashed cauliflower and ricotta cheese for dessert. You know, the borderline-gross, self-depriving stuff my parents used to eat when they were on a diet. And that's when it hit me! This is SO something old people do together! Eat baked squash for dinner, buy newfangled exercise equipment, get a prescription for Fen-phen...
So here we are. A couple in their 30's. Grasping at the latest diet discovery (South Beach, for those wondering). Weighing ourselves daily. Warning each other that too much sugar-free Jello is cheating.
Sigh.
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Does that mean that I'm old too? If so, I've been old for the past ten years or so...so now I must be ancient. Yes, I've been dieting with, but mostly without, success for the past decade! In my defense, I typically to the old moderation theory...no extremes for me, unless you include training for a marathon extreme. For which I gratefully but very surprisingly only lost a whopping 3 pounds. Hmmf!
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