Waking up from Hibernation

I'm not here to talk about why diets fail. Everyone has their own excuses for that, and they're within google's reach, so I won't put words in anyone else's mouth but my own in this blog. What I will talk about is why my diets fail - I find it in the foods I eat afterwards, the self-indulging binges and near-sexually gratifying fests of gluttony and satisfaction. It's flavor. It's variety. It's the forbidden fruit. Starches, fats, carbohydrates, and ingredients reprocessed into oblivion, made that much sweeter by the fact that I can not have them.
Screw the traditional diet. No more denying myself flavor and variety int he name of being skinny. What's the point of living longer if all you eat is rice cakes and lettuce for the rest of your life? At the same time, there's no point to sacrificing my life at the altar of bad, starchy, Americanized Chinese food. You have to pay to play, but make sure the game is worth the price. No one should spend two hours on a treadmill for a McDonald's burger, molested by a pimply-faced teen who cares more about sneaking a sugar high straight from the slushie machine than making sure your meat has any flavor left. It's simply not worth it.
So, from here on in, here's what I'm going to do, I'm not going to diet. I am, however, going to continue experimenting with weight loss methods that are more likely to fail than work. Having said that, what have we learned so far? Portion control is king and denying yourself any one kind of food will lead to a binge that Bacchus would be envious of. Eat everything, try everything, just don't overdo it. These are my principles for this stage of the experiment. I fall into a routine and get bored, which is why I'm never going to eat the same thing two weeks in a row. I'm going to try Thai soups and Indian curries. I'm going to eat Argentinian meats and Italian pastas. I am going to deny myself nothing and still lose weight. Sound crazy? We'll see.