Somethin' Ain't Right

[bloodyrosemccoy]

I have discovered an interesting psychological phenomenon of diets.

 

I’m eating pretty well. I’m not sure I’m eating enough. I’m cooking and having salads and having some pretty tasty food and also V8, and overall the diet’s doing okay.

 

Normally when I eat, I don’t miss the things I don’t have.  But just knowing I’m on a diet has made my brain go into overdrive.  In the background of all my consciousness over the last few days has been a running slideshow of cans of frosting, éclairs, Reese’s pieces, Snickers bars, Godiva truffles, doughnuts, and even bread and granola and Pasta Roni. “LOOK!” my hypothalamus is shouting. “LOOK AT ALL THIS FOOD THAT YOU’RE NOT ALLOWING YOURSELF TO HAVE! IT SURE WOULD BE GOOD RIGHT NOW!”

 

“I don’t even like doughnuts,” I point out.

 

“I feel empty inside,” mopes the stomach.

 

I may have to alter this a bit and have a few more carbs, just to shut it up.  Screw Phase One. Phase Two it is.