My kinda diet... Unfortunately, mine has been driven mostly by my diverticulitis, which all started a couple years ago... It has been the most miserable,uncomfortable and sometimes painful thing I have ever had the fortune to be able to "enjoy". I am not so much a picky eater as I love good food and dislike crappy food for the most part (I am talking flavor here)... super loaded baked and a nice bloody dead cow washed with a frosty beverage sounds heavenly. On the current diet... easy on the loading, beans instead of meat and sweet tea, with a nice salad for desert... but it has been working and my symptoms have been steadily getting better.
I have fattened up a tad for the holidays... but probably only 5-10 lbs. My real issue is tied to three things, I haven't been able to hold up to my former level of activity, I bloat ridiculously through the day and my gut tolerates no pressure. Last checked my weight was 30lbs less than before it all started, but I have gone up 3 waist sizes in that time and still find myself unbuttoning my damn pants. I just finish replacing my drawers again.
The worst part of all of this is the combination of feeling like I'm some old girl bitching about being bloated... and my comfortable pants like to hang of my *** almost as bad as the damn kids running around (don't tell them I'm not cool... they're the only reason folk haven't wondered WTF is wrong with me).
I really hate the word diet, and I really don't much enjoy being on mine. My father has rheumatoid arthritis in a very extreme why... he has been avoiding surgeries and greatly improved his quality of life with diet... but the stuff he eats all looks and sometimes smells like he raided a dumpster, or worse. This has worked for him for about a decade now...but I can't even watch him eat the stuff.
Recently my sister has been dealing with cancer... she had a mastectomy a couple months ago and is enjoying radiation now. She is another diet nut and has declined the chemotherapy, her diet is only a few steps shy of dad's.
I want to be able to enjoy life, but a real part of that includes enjoying at least some of my meals.
A few years ago my wife and I were down in the Dominican Republic and on the way home my wife started to have major gut pain. We considered informing the air crew to medically divert the flight into the US, but my wife insisted she would grin and bear it. When we finally landed in Calgary I took her directly to the hospital assuming an infected appendix. The doc's poked and prodded before declaring diverticulitis. My first question was "what heck is that?" followed by what can you do about it. They loaded her up with happy pills and ran some more tests to identify exactly what kind of infection they were dealing with. They made a concoction of antibiotics to totally clean out her gut. All the bugs, both good and bad were annihilated. Finally they fed her a drink full of good bugs to repopulate her digestive system. That was Feb 2009 and she hasn't had any repeat performances.
As far as diets and exercise like running or gym sessions, this poster pretty well covers my view ...
We have entered our "Golden Years" but so far the only Gold i see is all the coin going towards meds.