Losing weight is blissful
Can self-optimization be sin? In no case, Christina Rietz finds. Whoever practices in the virtue of abandonment becomes not only beautiful and slender, but also finds salvation.
I believe in the salmon. But I have other gods beside him, the tuna and the scrambled eggs. I promise them of everlasting salvation, namely, the march through the confectionery. Sometimes this is bounded by fanaticism, or, more appropriately, by foodamentalism. But this must be so, for every religion demands devotion, also a substitute religion. Many people have adopted a style, which they lead and worship quasireligiously. The terms “sin” and “dispense” are nowhere more common than when talking about the food. Perhaps the concept of temptation, sin, and repentance lives entirely in food intercourse.
The current nutritional report of the Federal Ministry of Nutrition from the beginning of January counts: Healthy food is important for 89 percent of Germans. 87 percent want the standards of husbandry to be checked. 90 percent want binding quality guidelines for eating in kindergartens and schools. The healthy diet has silently settled into the religious vacuum. Like classical religions, it consists of the three components of ethics, aesthetics and spirituality. Whoever joins her usually follows one of these partial aspects particularly eagerly.
For the ethicists (vegans!) The dignified handling of animals , sometimes even with plants, stands in the foreground. Some find battles immoral, others reach a species- appropriate animal husbandry to fulfill their moral demands. Avocados do not buy the ethicists anymore, since it is clear how many liters of water such an avocado in rearing is needed. The more spiritually inflamed nutritionists follow a purity and fusion ideal: healthy, or original, or especially pure food without supplements leads to their representation to a pure body or a pure soul – an analogy conclusion, which is not necessarily scientifically proved, but many Trailer. These two groups always look a bit malicious at the third group. The aesthetics usually only want to lose weight. They are more beautiful.
Together the three groups are the exact selection and evaluation of the food according to strict criteria. The criteria may differ, they produce the same: a small group of elitist foods, which their selectors deny strong forces. What has been defined away is condemned by the condemnation, or by the renounced discipline. If only one of these three facets of food religion is to be consistently lived, one needs a means to an end, the unconditional diet of piety. It often arouses the suspicion, even the anger of uninitiated people, of their rather dogmatic nature. Even my anger. Before I was initiated, missionized, and converted.
My prophetess was Martina, the nutritionist scholar. She gave courses at the university clinic, where people who had not yet had any physical but aesthetic difficulties with their body weight and who could not change that by themselves. I myself wanted to go back into the slender past. A two-figure kiloverload was absolutely necessary. For this diffuse wish, Martina should make a concrete goal. One was different from the other by a plan. I did not have it, Martina. It was a terrible plan.
Anyone who goes into the diet sreligion has to decide for a model, in which he directs his future life. The offered models are partly contradictory, and their names begin with “low”, “no” or “slow”. That’s why I made Martina make the decision. She represented the low-carb confession. No noodles, hardly rice and potatoes, little bread, and above all: go with the sugar!
“And after 7 pm, you do not have anything more,” said Martina at the end of the first meeting to us volunteers. But I hardly ate before 7pm. Then a fellow student – men had not signed up – suggested a kind of water ritual. Every morning you should sit in front of a glass of water and tell him what you wanted today. This would create any relationship between the water and one itself, which in turn should serve the purpose of losing weight. After this first meeting I cycled home. A bunch of fat lunatics, meditating over tap water! Should not I prefer to extend, double, better triple, and continue defiantly pasting my road bike exits?
Very reluctantly I entered the supermarket on the same day. There was chaos. Martina had thrown herself with a thousand foodstuffs. It was impossible to remember all the rules about it at once. In my mind, their clues were fused together into a single fantastic hate dish: chia seed stew with green core and, most importantly, fresh cottage cheese, which had to be marinated in a mixture of linseed and olive oil overnight. So what is required of you, just because you want to lose a few kilos.
Martin’s sentences swarmed the supermarket. If fruits, then only with yogurt. If chocolate, then dark. No alcohol, little sprinkling, only mixed, in proportion one-fifth to four-fifths. It was hopeless. I wanted to do the right thing, but I was totally confused about what was right. To a simple rule, I remembered: Eat more protein. Protein builds muscle, more muscle burns more energy. Simple. So I saw the salmon, and he saw me. I bought the salmon, maybe he also bought me. Exactly this can not be said anymore. It began.
If, for the first time in life, we enter into the aesthetic branch of the religion, it appears to us as a sect, as a community of volunteers, into which one does not find a quasi-birth. It includes only one’s own decision and the examination of intentions by more experienced members. Through the Martinas. After four weeks she took measure. Bioelectrical impedance analysis should be. To do this, one stretches on a couch, two electrodes are glued on the hand and foot. Electricity flows through the body. One waits.