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Deceptive Diet

So, the Mild Girlfriend and I moved in together a little while back. It's been all sorts of fun, but it also means that she has more opportunity to trick me into cooking foods she likes or figure out that I really shouldn't have dessert right before bed. However, there has been one very surprising aspect of all of this.

Since we're cooking together a lot more often now, that means my diet has effectively changed. Since I'm involved in the actual preparation process, this doesn't feel particularly weird or anything. Sure, I eat more grapefruit now than I used to, but that has its own set of funny stories tied to it. All in all, I really don't mind. It works out pretty well for me.

The only thing I can really point to that has changed is that I bring lunch more often now. It's just a little bit easier to pack lunch when we're both directly in control of the food in the fridge. All it really takes is making a tiny bit more when we cook, so that some of it can be packed for my lunch. The end result is that I now have a trusty lunch bag, and I probably cooked or helped to cook the items in said lunch bag. Like I said, it just makes sense.

However, the surprising bit is that since starting on this new "diet," I have lost a surprising amount of weight. Remember, I didn't drastically change the types of food I eat, nor did I completely overhaul my culinary choices. I eat more grapefruit, but I didn't cut out an entire category of nutrients or anything like that (translation: I did not suddenly start on the Atkins diet). For example, we routinely eat burritos, and I now have a trusty sangria recipe should we have company. All of that really just means that we still have the "fun" foods.

Still, as far as my weight goes, the number has gone down. I'm not even sure I can explain it. I eat things that aren't exactly super healthy, but the number on the scale has gone down. It's not even like it's a pound or two; I wouldn't have even noticed that. No, the absolute number was enough where it caught my attention. Of course, I mentioned it to the Mild Girlfriend. She, in turn, immediately claimed credit for all of that, saying that if I stuck with her, I'd be in ridiculously good shape.

Now, I can't exactly deny that, since I have actually lost weight since we've been jointly controlling my diet. It's just that the whole thing has been incredibly surprising. I really did not expect to lose weight this way. Keeping all of that in mind, this led me to retort that the Mild Girlfriend's dietary changes amounted to "Diet by Deception." I don't understand what black magic she is weaving into the food, but whatever it is, I have been tricked into losing weight. Tricked, I tell you.

That's the only logical explanation for all of this. I haven't been working out harder than usual, so it must be related to diet. Maybe this just means that I have further dialed down the notch on my crazy appetite, but it feels a little bit like my eating habits got rewritten while I wasn't looking. It's good for me, so I'm not exactly complaining. Still, I can't help but think this is all smoke and mirrors.

Who knew? It's possible for me to get tricked into eating right. Diet by deception works, I tell you.

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