August 28, 2002
From the desk of Jane Galt:When I was just a
When I was just a young girl, a slip of a thing, dreaming of the day when I would own and operate my own emerging media project focusing on bringing the finest in economic, political, and large-canine commentary to my throng of adoring readers, I used to envision the publicity stunts that such an enterprise would necessarily entail. Of course, back then, when the world, and my liver, was young, I pcitured sort of latter-day Algonquin Round Table things like hanging from a chandelier at the Waldorf and drinking an entire bottle of champagne while reciting the poetry of e.e. cummings. But I also envisioned making scads of money off all this, and what sort of an American would I be if I let these little setbacks get in the way of my Dream?
So, since neither my liver nor my biceps are up to stunts on the order of the abovementioned, and since everyone's so mad at me about dissing Atkins, and since they're all hurling tons of anecdotal evidence about its complete and utter awesomeness at me, and since you can never be too rich or too thin, I'm going to try it. Starting Tuesday after labor day, I'm going on Atkins for two weeks. My mother will rejoice, and all my vegetarian friends scowl, to learn that I am falling off the wagon and onto a nice, juicy steak. I'll post a daily report on my findings, including how many calories I've eaten, and how much weight I've lost or gained. After two weeks, I will present the evidence as to how a low-carb carnivorous diet compares to a low-sugar vegetarian one.
But my Atkins correspondants be warned: if I get fat, I'm personally going to hunt down each and every one of you and suffocate you with a box of twinkies.
Posted by Jane Galt at August 28, 2002 01:45 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links