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I have always been an ardent reader of diets.
I read them through carefully, memorizing the dos and don’ts, giving myself mental high fives for eating something “right”, and speed-reading when they list any of my favourite grubs in the “must-avoid” section.
It’s all the rage, they tell me. High on fat, moderate protein and near-zero carbs, the keto diet is known to achieve wonders when itcomes to weight loss. As you reduce the intake of carbs and pile up on protein and fat, your body achieves the metabolic state of ketosis, which then turns fatsinto ketones – the molecules that supply energy for the brain.
“It’s a diet that works and is not boring. You canhave all the yummiest food – we mean fatty pork, silly! And all kinds of meat, eggs, butter, cream, and cheese. Just imagine!” the dude and the dudettesay as they prance around me.
I smile what I like to think is my pacifist,non-committal smile.
Then they actually start on the diet.
I stare at them open-mouthed even as a plate of momos cool on my desk.
“You must do it! It’s the best thing in the world,” they assure me.
I am convinced. I plunge in enthusiastically.
And I am almost immediately trucked over by the bills. Tasty things are expensive – something you’d never guess from how those Jamie Olivers and Nigella Lawsons toss and munch through the pork chops and pot roasts and grilled haloumi.
I can solemnly testify that this diet was as close an experience of bankruptcy that I would care to live through.
Then there are the meals. The diet forbids all grains, especially rice and chapati. Great, I think. Unlike most people, I don’t miss the staples much. Till I realize that the substitutes don’t fill up my formidable tummy as well. No matter how much I eat, an emptiness gnaws my insides every three hours or so.
No wonder carbs make you fat – they have their weight.
Maida is also not allowed. So no biscuits, bread, cake, or anything nice to munch on. Dry fruits is what you have to resort to.
More bills.
I find the diet a tad too meaty for my liking as well. Slanderous as it sounds, I like my meal more on the vegetarian side interspersed with non-veg delights (don’t get me wrong, I love my fish - any self-respecting Bong would tell you it’s a vegetable). So my enthusiasm kind of flags when I am looking at four meaty meals, seven days a week, for at least two months.
Even breakfasts become a pain. Milk, cereals and fruits are out of bounds and the prospect of making breakfast everyday quite apart from the other meals, maketh a very vile-tempered woman.
And the temper wins. As does Burger King. After two weeks.
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Published: 24 Jun 2016,05:57 PM IST