Going on a wedding diet was always a bit embarrassing for me. And yet I did it. And I’m glad I did. I even thought that it had permanently changed my eating habits for the better. But somehow, at just over two months of being married (we’re almost at the Kardashian watermark, y’all), that is not actually what’s happening.

There is something about the looming deadline of a wedding that helped me to keep my eating habits in order. A month ago I was convinced that continuing on my diet would be a piece of cake. And now? A piece of cake? Why, I don’t mind if I do. Be right back.

OK. This IMA cake is delicious. But anyway, back to writing about my diet. I really liked my wedding diet!

It basically consisted of eating lots of veggies and protein and beans. Which I enjoy!

I accidentally happened on it when I was searching for healthy things I could start bringing to work for lunch. I read an article about Tim Ferriss4 Hour Body diet and thought it could be fun to try out. I’ve written about it before here. And also, ended up in a New York Observer article about techies on the diet.

For the record, I still stand by my quote about Tim Ferriss:

“If you’re staring at/thinking about sex diagrams while having sex, you’re probably doing it wrong.”

Aside for the chapters (and charts!) on improved your sex life, the main gist of the 4 Hour Body isn’t particularly new or groundbreaking. Eat a lot of protein and vegetables. Stay away from carbs, sugar and dairy.

One of my favorite things about said diet was that once a week, I got to have a cheat day and eat the most absurd things I was craving and not feel an ounce of guilt. Because I had been so disciplined during the week, and Tim Ferriss told me I needed to eat as much crap as possible on my cheat day. It was fantastic.

After the wedding, I decided I should keep up with this near perfect diet. Although slightly modified. Because I love brunch, I created “the cheat weekend.”

Which is fine. Except I also started to be less disciplined during the week. As evidence, the piece of cake I just ate.

Who knew I had such a lack of will power when there was no longer a white dress looming over the horizon?

Granted, I’d never been on a diet before this. But having a goal to work towards made it easy for me to stay in line. Since then, I’ve been pretty good about what I’ve eaten on my own. Unless I’d waited far too long between meals, on the diet I didn’t really crave sweets or carbs. But in social settings, I find it incredibly awkward to admit that I shun carbs. Because it usually sparks an inane conversation about food and eating habits.

And I’m used to being one of those people who eats whatever she wants. Besides, it’s so much easier to just be silent when your friends order a bunch of carb heavy appetizers than explain to them that the only thing you can eat on the menu is soup. Things I don’t like saying:

“Why don’t we all split a delicious bowl of gazpacho instead?”

Besides, when you’re planning a wedding, people give you a wide berth. The fact that I was not tearing out my hair (or others’) was usually enough for my companions to let it slide when I became a more difficult eater.

Things I’ve learned since then: my willpower crumbles like a house of cards when presented with peer pressure. Or more accurately, food suggestions made with no pressure. Here’s a conversation I had last night:

Friend: “Should we order some bruschetta and extra bread to snack on?”

Me: “Sure!”

Things that I’ve learned about myself recently: I don’t have the will power to even admit I’m on a diet.

When we were getting ready for the wedding, it took me a good long time to admit I was on one. Actually, it was my fiance who outed me. He would explain what was going on, to my own irritation. But after a few months of eating lots of beans and protein and shunning pasta, I had to own up to it.

I thought I would be openly judged, pretty much no one cared.

I’m sure it’s the same way now as well. But sticking to a diet involves an endless series of choosing the slightly less fun or interesting food option/conversation, and I think that over time, the chances I’ll be able to manage that are slim to none.  The good thing is I have a lot more information now about what I’m actually eating and there are some good habits I’m sticking with.

But unless I just decide to stop socializing and eat alone from now until  forever, I won’t be able to keep up Four Hour bodying. Besides, winter is coming. It’s about time to start popularizing the hibernation diet.

(Top photo: Bride of Chucky)