The only thing you’ll lose on a faddy diet is your sanity!

The other day, someone sent me a diet plan posted on the Instagram account @whineywine.

The article, first published in Vogue magazine in the 1970s, recommends drinking one bottle of white wine, eating one sirloin steak and three hard-boiled eggs a day.

Actually, I thought I’d give it a try. That’s what dieting is all about.

Instead, I enrolled in a popular therapy called Zoe. It requires a blood sugar monitor to be worn on your upper arm and claims to make you healthier and less tiring. Oh, and lose some weight.

Who knows if it makes a difference. Like all the other diets I’ve been on over the years, it’s probably going to be that way for a little while.

But the important question is not whether they work, but why I, and millions of other people, try them.

As every fool and even the smartest person knows, losing weight means eating less – as my boyfriend frequently reminds me.

“Move more, eat less, mostly plants, and drink less wine,” he chants every time I bring up the issue.

Of course I know that, and I also know that if I want to cut my hair short, I need to bring scissors.

But the whole point of dieting is to avoid such basic logic and ignore common sense.

Rather than adopting the obvious solution, we continue to believe that there is another way, a magic trick.

That might mean eating cottage cheese or grapefruit, or pushing your body into ketosis (when your body burns fat instead of glucose for energy) by eating only high-fat foods.

It might also mean signing up for a system that counts points every time you eat a pistachio nut, as if all the math worked out.

Perhaps the reason so many of us like the idea of ​​a new diet is because it relieves some of the boredom that comes with restrictive diets.

It’s also possible that at the end of a diet, you often go back to your normal life, but this time you may just have unlocked the key to a new, eternal slimline.

Zoe doesn’t call herself a diet, but a way to understand how different foods affect an individual’s body. Now let’s see how it goes.

Why Barbie killed Barky

Birkenstock’s rise on Wall Street last week didn’t go as well as expected. This wasn’t a big surprise to me. Investors should think the stock has growth potential, but Birkenstock may have hit a ceiling.

These cork-soled shoes were originally orthopedic shoes and have become a major member of the ugly shoe cult.

However, the reason why such ungainly shoes are so popular is because they are not mainstream. It’s not worn because it resembles a Green Party activist, but like much fashion, it’s nonetheless fashionable because it subverts conventional notions of what’s beautiful and acceptable. .

But Berkey is eating into its own popularity. With so many men and women slogging around in it, it’s losing the grace that once made its tacky ugliness desirable.

They were held up as real-world women’s totems to counter the high heels of Barbie World, and they even appeared on Barbie dolls, just in case. Indeed, fatal to any fashion trend.

I can’t enjoy Holly’s charm anymore.

For some reason I had never seen Holly Willoughby on ITV’s This Morning. The program wasn’t an immediate commitment for me, so I was somewhat curious about her success, but I knew there was always going to be a tomorrow.

Now she’s gone and that opportunity has been taken away. And I feel a little depressed because I’ve never seen this figure of popular culture look glamorous sitting on a couch during the day.

Wagata epic doesn’t need extra time

One of the downsides of having to choose from so many new TV streaming services is that much of the content is too long because shows have to be spread out over a large number of episodes.

I finally watched the documentary “Supermodels” on Apple+. There’s a lot to be interested in, but it didn’t have to be four programs.

As the nameless jumbo jet slowly descended again and landed in one of the fashion capitals, and as I watched endless footage of crazed paparazzi, I lost the will to live.

Next up are three episodes of “Coleen Rooney – The Real Wagatha Story” and I’m afraid I’ll make the same mistake.

Hours of television drama and even stage play have already been made about his struggle with the wife of a fellow footballer, Rebecca Vardy.

Colleen has already been interviewed and told many of her sides. How many new things can you say? There are plenty of shots of the WAG walking around with a trophy handbag and Colleen dutifully watching her man on the field behind sunglasses. I think you can easily finish it in 90 minutes.

A trip back to the 80’s with Rupert

There are moments when you feel the passage of time. Such was the case last week when I went to see John Mortimer’s new touring production of Voyage Round My Father, starring Rupert Everett. Alec Guinness first played the angry and hurt father, and he was great.

It was an unsettling shock to see Everett turn into this man with parchment-like skin and graying hair as he aged.

It seems like it was only a few years ago that he appeared on stage as gay schoolboy Guy Bennett in the hit play Another Country, but his lanky, mop-headed, sassy good looks made him look like a young Kenneth.・He was a foil to his fellow students, played by Branagh with his sturdy body. Sandiness. But that was a long time ago, in 1981. And the whole world was certainly a different country.

Plans for the Dark Side of the Moon

How depressing to think that roads could eventually be built using lunar dust melted on the moon.

The idea that the moon, with its gravitational pull and fascinating lunar phases, could be intertwined with a highway is incredibly dark.

I love watching it move through the sky, light up the earth, and make patterns on the ground.

It is magical and mysterious and should remain that way. Not an extension of this very flawed planet.