I just heard a woman say, “I Yo-Yo dieted for years.” She looked beautiful to me. But, if I was asked to assess her great physique, I would have to say that it was, in fact, great. As in, the proportion of her physical status was considerably above the societal “norm.” She was greater than average. Substantial.
While we are dipping our toes in this water, I have found in my experience, that people take great offense when someone calls them fat. However, most people will not hesitate to walk up to a person who is slight of build, and say, “Oh my god. Look how skinny you are!” Or, “You need to put some meat on those bones.” Can you imagine if this happened in reverse? People would be slapped, right there in public.
But back to the subject. The woman who Yo-Yo dieted. My Mom was, at times in her life, pretty heavy. Okay, very heavy. I know that her physical weight tormented her mentally, and emotionally. She tried a lot of different diets. Weight Watchers. Cabbage Soup Diet. The Grapefruit Diet. Slimfast. The Ayds Plan. The list goes on and on for her. But not once, can I ever remember her trying the Yo-Yo Diet.
I’ve heard a lot of people say they have Yo-Yo Dieted. I can’t imagine that it would be very good for you. I mean, Yo-Yo’s are generally wood or plastic. Sometimes metal. Even still, getting one of those things down your throat would be impossible. Unless of course, you put a lot — and I’m talking a LOT — of mayonnaise on the thing. But look at all the calories in mayo. That would be counter-productive.
I tried to look at the calories per Yo-Yo, but I am telling you, this is not a searchable thing. Google gave me the Yo-Yo Biscuit. It was 299 calories, but it is completely irrelevant here. It is essentially two cookies with icing in the middle. And yes, it resembles a Yo-Yo. But I am guessing it is not diet-food-stuff.
Even if you could eat one, Yo-Yo’s are very expensive. The cheapest Duncan is five bucks. But some of the better Yo-Yo’s are around $100 each. Or more.
I guess they would be filling. Or perhaps painful is more to the point. Especially, on the way out. No matter HOW it found its way out.
Perhaps Mom never tried the Yo-Yo Diet, because there were always strings attached. And that is likely what made her suspicious about the whole schematic.
It was always a challenge for her. I do know that.
It has to be hard for anyone, with all the incredible delectables around every corner.
Just this morning, I read an article about the strangest foods at this season’s Football Stadiums. If you are an Arizona Cardinals Fan, you can order The Gridiron Challenge Burger. It is made with five one-third pound burger patties, five hot dogs, five bratwursts, eight slices of bacon — it keeps going — eight chicken tenders, 20 slices of American cheese, 12 ounces of fries, and “tanker sauce,” all stacked WAY UP on a 10-inch bun. Yes, and then there are the veggies — lettuce, tomato, and pickles.
It will cost you too. This behemoth 7-pound burger? $75. And probably 17,500 calories.
Personally? I would rather eat the Yo-Yo.
“Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.”
― Dalai Lama XIV
“Moderation in all things, especially moderation.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.”
― Mae West, Wit & Wisdom of Mae West