This has more to do with my neurosis, obsession, ongoing freaked-outedness, or whatever, with losing weight. To get a legitimate definition would probably take going to a legitimate psychologist, and, no. I refuse to be that insane about the whole topic. Going to a shrink would imply I'm taking the whole thing seriously, and I'm determined to laugh at myself over this whole idiotic mess, if it kills me. Damn it.
Anyway. If this topic has already bored you half to death, I understand. There should be a more reasoned post coming along sometime soon, when the Baby's well and I'm well and the migraine's gone. In the mean time I'm gonna shriek.
So, I've studied botany over the years. I lean toward the agriculture/food end of the subject (hence all these history of food books), so I've picked up quite a lot about nutrition. Mostly it's gory details, like which amino acids are lacking in which legume/grain combination, but I've picked up a solid working knowledge of what nutrients the human body HAS to have, to survive. You know. Protein, fats, vitamins, minerals, yadda yadda.
You would THINK I could apply this to MY OWN STUPID DIET. I've been eating a 1500 calorie a day diet for about six months now (feels like six years), and I had figured, you know, avoid deep-fried stuff and junk foods, and how much bad crap could I reasonably fit into 1500 calories, otherwise?
Apparently, quite a hell of a lot.
In my case, I appear to have a problem with saturated fat. I don't think I could have gotten more saturated fat into 1500 calories a day if I had tried, without resorting to extra-fat deep-fried bacon three meals a day. The dairy product addiction (in particular, butter) plays a huge role. This is all my parent's fault. They're the ones who insisted on raising me in the country, dairy country, and getting me hooked. I'm blaming them.
I've cut my saturated fat (and therefore my overall fat) intake by half to three-quarters per day, starting last Friday.
I appear to have lost two pounds.
I am a fucking moron.