Back in the day, people didn't eat much. They ate just enough. But if you were to go "on a diet," everyone would know exactly what you were talking about. There was no question as to what you would be eating. Or not eating.
Cottage cheese, chicken, tuna, hard-boiled eggs. Black coffee, diet sodas. Dry Melba toast, grapefruit, salads, broth, water, water, water.
Let's see....what else?
These days, people don't like to say the word "diet." They say "This isn't a diet, it's a lifestyle." Or "I"m watching what I eat." Or "Never say DIE - never say DIET!" But everyone still knows exactly what you are talking about.
So, being the Most Boring Food Person Blogger that I am, I have finally found something to eat that I can live with, and what works for me, for now.
The old diet "classics." Hold the Melba toast!
1950's food seems to have an agenda all its own. Just saying the words creates an image of what foods belong and what foods don't.
I wanted to get one of those old belts, that hook onto a stand, and shake your butt. (MINE, actually!) Pity! No one sells them anymore. Do they even have a proper name? So now, I take my daily walk, and wave at the neighbors. And I am still working out on my mini trampoline. And do my "calisthenics." Jack LaLanne would be proud. I guess I need a hula-hoop!