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There’s a particular psych experiment that comes to mind when I look back on my diet. The Stanford Prison Experiment is exactly what it sounds like—a simulation of prison conditions where people played the role of prisoner and prison guard. Although it was set to run for two weeks, it had to be cut short on the sixth day due to how seriously the prison guards took their roles. The prisoners were subjected to hazing and other emotionally scarring acts of cruelty.
What am I getting at with this? You think you are consuming the food, but it will ultimately consume you.
I promise it will all make sense once you read my diet log.
In all its simplicity and fiber-rich goodness, oatmeal has become a household staple. I chose the oatmeal diet because, based on my inability to cook anything that isn’t preceded by the word instant, it was sustainable and realistic.
The plan—which I copped from Livestrong.com—is simple enough to follow: I’d have a one half-cup of oatmeal for breakfast, another half-cup of oatmeal for lunch, and any kind of low-calorie dinner.
I aim to eat almost exclusively oatmeal throughout the day; the plan was to constantly think up ways to make the wonder-grain taste at least a little interesting to the palate.
DAY 01: Off to a good start!
The diet is starting off well enough, what with all my determination to get the two weeks over with as soon as possible. Googling for the results fellow fad dieters got, I found a lot of people who were happy with eating oatmeal twice, nay, thrice a day because they liked the warm, satiated feeling it gave them.
I have a plethora of supplies in the kitchen to enhance the flavor (or lack thereof) of what is to be my life-source for the next few weeks; we had cinnamon, yogurt, apple slices, raisins, honey and brown sugar, just to name a few of my favorites.
My first breakfast is a half-cup of plain yogurt mixed with a half-cup of apple-cinnamon oatmeal, paired with my ever-present cup of black coffee. This isn’t a bad way to start the diet at all. It’s a visceral sort of pleasure to have the warm goop slide down one’s digestive tract. Kind of like being hugged from the inside, if that makes any sense.
Seeing as I am a student for most of the week, I’ve also decided to start bringing oatmeal to school. I’ve prepared two small jars, just the right size to hold half-cup servings, of raisin-cinnamon oatmeal. I threw in an apple into the lunchbox, for good measure.
Reactions from seatmates range from curious (“What is that?”) to pitiful (“I’m so sorry for you, your meal looks so sad.”) but with the common denominator of disgust, because oatmeal isn’t the prettiest whole grain there is.
Dinner is what Parokya Ni Edgar would lovingly call tortang talong. I’m going to sleep happy and well fed. Read More