I went on my very first diet when I was only 18 years old and fairly slim. Because the words “fairly slim” mean different things to different people, I’d like to be more specific, but who wants the whole world (potentially speaking) knowing how much you weigh? After wrestling with the issue, I’ve decided that unless I do talk about height and weight, people may not believe I ever was or am above the average range. So there I was, 5’9½” tall and weighing about 140 when I got the idea it would be nice to lose 10 lbs.
What was I thinking?! Unfortunately, I can’t remember what the exact stimulus was, except that I had made a new friend who was the same height and weight as I. At the time, I had never seen a Height/Weight chart, because if I had, I would have known that my weight was proportional to my height.
But we challenged each other to go on the diet, such as it was. Basically, we ate our usual breakfast and dinner, but all we got for lunch was an apple.
In those days, our highschool cafeteria served fresh, homemade bread on Wednesdays, the only day I ever wanted to buy lunch, and I remember salivating as others at our table bit into that warm, buttered bread while I was trying to make my apple last as long as possible. My stomach growled in class during the afternoon, and when I got home from school, I suffered until dinner.
My friend and I each lost 10 lbs. in a couple months. In fact, she got down to 129. By the time I left for college in the fall, I was back to my usual 140, having discovered a weakness for homemade bread. Fortunately, I also still liked apples. But I wish I had never gone on that first diet.