Part 7 of a 9-part series
Family Dieting was another on-going
series of loosing battles for me. To
some extent I brought the grief on myself by making such a big deal about my
familiarity with the Diet Analyzer computer program and by even using it to
enhance my audition dinner with them.
Apparently both of the Quires were concerned about their weight and
health and had been stalled in their weight-loss programs for, well, a really
long time. Suddenly it became my
responsibility to make something happen for them. Now, I can understand that as their cook, if
they gave me a list of foods to prepare or, conversely, to avoid I could do
that. If they told me that they wanted a
low-fat, or low-sodium, or low-cholesterol diet I’d give it my best shot. I’m no dietitian but I could, with some work
probably, make passable cuisine even with most common restrictions. Unfortunately, what they wanted was to keep
eating like they always had but for me to magically make their poundage
disappear.
Alright, maybe that’s not completely
fair to them. Mr. Quire was on his
version of the Scarsdale Diet while I worked for them. I’m not too familiar with it but that was OK
because with his version of the diet, he only followed it for breakfast and
lunch Monday through Friday. I was never
there for breakfast, and he took his lunch on weekdays over at the office
building so I didn’t have to deal with it.
There were also a couple of weeks
when Mrs. Quire seemed seriously interested in losing weight. She came to me and appeared genuinely sincere
about having me help her. We decided
that the best thing to do was to set a daily caloric intake for her and for me
to plan meals with that as a goal for her.
This sounded like a good plan so I worked hard, using my home computer
and software to design special menus. I
would come in everyday with my little print-outs for her, so she could see
exactly how her calories were being counted and I think she was actually
beginning to get a feel for the caloric values for some of the foods she had
been eating. I was impressed with her
commitment and I promised to work hard at it for as long as she did.
It lasted two days. She didn’t cave in all at once but began
cheating on the third evening. “It’s
just one glass of wine” with dinner. Sure,
just one glass, but it was holding 10 oz if it was holding a sip. Probably at least 180 calories, “Bang”, just
like that. The next day at lunch she
told me she “needed” a piece of bread to go with her meal. I tired to explain that a slice of bread was
not included in my calculations for her.
She was not interested. She said,
“it’s not so many calories. It’s just a
push” When she could see I had no idea
what she was talking about she repeated “Push, push, you know to push the food
onto the fork” she then lopped off a big
chunk from a crusty loaf on the counter and left. She skipped counting calories at all on
Sundays to “have a day off”. By the 6th
day she was nibbling cookies in the morning, having little plates of cheese and
dry sausage and bread in the afternoons, and back to drinking wine with evening
meals. After 12 days she complained to
me that the counting-calories wasn’t working, she wasn’t losing any
weight. At 2 weeks after starting the
“diet” she brought me her favorite full-cream ice cream recipe to make for them
for dessert that night “with some nice chocolate cookies”. After that I didn’t even bother to try to
help anymore, but she still complained that she wasn’t losing weight for the
rest of the time I worked for her.
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