Day 2: Falling in Love!

Last night was my first night dining out on the diet.  After scrutinizing the menu, I settled on a veggie burger with a side-order of steamed broccoli.   When my meal arrived, I undressed my burger by stripping away the wholewheat bun and casting a foot away from me on a separate plate. 

Now that my veggie burger was naked, I realized how thin the patty was.  Not much thicker than cardboard.  I knew I could not possibly make it through the evening with just the cardboard and flowers for dinner.

I insisted on going to the bakery next door for a non-fat caffeine-deprived latte that would not only begin to fill the void left by my dismal dinner but also satisfy my milk requirement for the day.  That's when I fell in love with  the richly frosted strawberry sponge cake that was sitting on the bakery's counter, waiting for a birthday party. The heavy white frosting, lit by the summer sun, was giving off a supernatural light.

As appealing as he looked, I did not take him home.  Nor did I get intimate with him in any way.  There is no such thing as a one-bite stand with a cake like that.  You take a bite and then have to have another one . . .

Day 1: Strange Craving

Friday, June 29th, I started a low-carb, medically-supervised diet.  The day was off to a good start with two vegetarian sausages and a mid-morning snack of low-fat cheddar cheese.  I proudly drank my lunch--two scoops of protein powder in almond milk. 

Later that afternoon, I was reading Michael Chabon's Wonder Boys.  You know that scene where he describes a Passover meal?  Well, all of the sudden, the carb-deprived me started craving . . . matzah.  For the first time in my life!