I’ve had several people ask me how the meat-eating diet is going, so I thought I’d post an update.

In short, it’s going well. I’m no longer sickened at the thought of choking down a piece of steak. In fact, I kind of crave it. Because it’s now summer, a.k.a barbeque season, we have been going to lots of backyard shindigs, invitations to which frequently read “bring something to grill, whatever you want to drink, and your fun little self.” GTB and I will stop at the store on our way to the shindig du jour and he’ll ask what I want to grill. I answer the same way every time, “A big slab of meat.” I hardly ever get a big slab of it, of course. More than likely, I’ll get some pre-marinated, ready-to-throw-on-the-barbie kabob. But the fact that I actually WANT to eat meat is a pretty big deal to me. Last weekend, I even tried lamb.

The best part though is how good I feel and that I can see how its affecting my body. You know those mornings when you wake up all bloated and gross? I don’t have those anymore. And I now have days where I can actually feel my body eating its fat stores. A couple of weekends ago, I was having one of those days when I was out having breakfast with my sister. She offered me a bite of her toast and I thanked her but refused. She said, “Wow, good will power.” And I said, “Yeah, well, when your incentive is the constant thought of standing in front of everyone you know in a big, white, poofy dress, your will power goes up. Plus, whenever I get tempted, I think of the pooches of fat that are slowly but surely disappearing from my waist.” If I focus on my love handles, I can turn down just about any temptation.

The real proof that this is working though is that the other day, I was looking in the mirror and the first thing I noticed (and by “noticed” I mean “fixated on for about ten minutes”) was my ass. When I am skinny everywhere else, my butt is the only thing I don’t like. If I’m already to the point where my only complaint is my hind quarters, then I’m definitely making progress in other areas.

And last night, while taking a bath, I turned off the hot water nozzle with my toes and saw, “Oh my god, kneecaps!” Not that I don’t normally have kneecaps, but when they start looking more defined, I know the diet/gym visits/increased frequency of sex is working.

So, yeah, I’m pretty happy with the plan so far. Other than the fact that its makes me a pain in the ass to host at dinner parties and finding a restaurant is overly difficult and sometimes I do miss scones, I’m lovin’ it.

“What about GTB?” you ask. Yeah, he lasted four days. The meat eating was just too much for him. He’s sticking to, for the most part, the non-dairy and non-wheat lifestyle, but the rest was more than he wanted to deal with on a daily basis. We had a long talk about it and at the end of it, he asked, “Are you mad at me?” I said, “I’m not mad at you. I think you’re kind of a wuss though.”

He’s been super supportive though. He’s not grossed out when I eat steak fajitas (sans tortilla, of course) or last night when I made spaghetti (with rice noodles, which I don’t recommend) with ground beef. And, on the 4th of July, when we were getting ready to hit the lake with some of his friends and I was trying on different bathing suits, he said, “Whoa, you’re hot. And you ARE getting skinny.” All while rubbing my newly flatter belly. God love him.

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