Day 52: An Awful Diet

I'm on a diet. And it is awful. While I want to be eating thick slices of fresh bread with sharp cheddar cheese, instead I am grazing on 'superfood' snacks of carrots or four ounces of low-sodium V8. And not the splash kind either. Here's what happened: As a reward for editing his college essays, my thoughtful husband sent me a Borders Gift Card in the mail. It was a very sweet gesture. But I have such a hard time choosing between books, especially when I'm well-into one already. I picked up a dozen titles; a bestseller, a sequel to one I've just read, a cookbook, a study guide for the GREs (you never know...). But Rich landed on a health food manual that he wanted badly. And I couldn't say no. After all, it did promise a weight loss of ten pounds and two inches in two weeks. Besides, I know my husband, and he often loses interest in projects. We have a shelf full of books and one 'learn-how-to-draw' kit as evidence. So I didn't think much of it. But he read the book. And he created a menu. And it's not like I can jump ship now, after appearing so supportive. I mean, what kind of wife eats take-out while her husband crunches carrots and stares at her with that glazed look in his eyes. Not me. So I'm on the diet. Two weeks minus two days. I'm grumpy and hungry and the sound of my growling stomach has become background noise. But he wants to do this together, and that means something. Besides, together is good. And I do have as stash of oreos in my underwear drawer, just in case...