Hmmm, I wouldn't call the word "diet" a taboo, not per se, but I wouldn't exactly burst out crying if I never heard it again either; at least not on this journey.
I'm not sure if it's a language barrier thing or if it's just me - I've got a feeling it might very well be the latter - but to me "diet" is one of my skinny friends or relatives who wants to lose those five pesky pounds before bikini season is upon us. So in my mind "diet" somehow always equals "short term", and believe me, there is nothing remotely "short term" about this current journey of mine (coincidentally it's 15 months to the day today that I took this first step towards "the very bearable lightness of being"). It took me a while to understand that if I want to lose um half of me actually (wow!
) and, to top it off, keep the weight gone, some drastic and, especially, permanent changes would have to take place.
So... hmm... I don't know, calling this endeavor a "diet" kind of feels like... hmm, I don't know "belittling" my efforts, maybe? Weirdly enough, I don't mind if someone else refers to my journey as a diet, as in "Oh, you know, now that Jente is on a diet..." - it's just that I don't feel comfortable using this word myself. Not when it comes to my own journey at least.
(Partly also because I have a history of belittling my work, my efforts, my achievements in virtually every area of my life. And when I finally set out on this journey, I thought to myself, well, it's better to travel light, right? So why not leave some emotional and mental baggage behind as well?
Oversharing again, huh? Sorry for that!)
What's maybe even more important - apart from that "short term" deal - I'm too much of a rebel and especially too much of a wussy to "go on a diet" (what a combination, huh?
). I can't help it, but, for me, this word never comes alone, it always brings some friends like... oh, "restriction" and "depriving oneself of aaall pleasures" (yeah, right
). Dark times, Dark Ages, almost
Now combine this mental image with the realization that, at my weight, I'll still have to diet for quite some time, even longer if I want to maintain later on, like... ah, the rest of my life, give or take, and... excuse me, you'll find me in the corner over there, crying and rocking myself
And of course at some point that stubborn streak of mine will kick in, you know the one that will make me want to rebel. To sabotage. Because, like, why do I have to restrict? And for soooo loooong? That's totally not fair!
Makes this whole endeavor seem so... impossible. (Even though I should know by now that it isn't.)
Like you said, this word is like a switch for me too: as soon as I tell myself I'm "on a diet", it's like someone turns off the light. Darkness all around. Every glimmer of hope... gone, just gone.
So, yeah, I prefer to not think of this journey as a "diet"
I usually just call it "lifestyle changes" (this feels like the most appropriate term as I also strive to change some other things in my life, along with the weight. Oh, yeah, right, oversharing. Sorry.) or "being on plan".
(Oh my. Sorry for this long and half-baked posting! This is what happens when I'm procrastinating and some interesting topic comes up
)