Echoes.

My imagination is, and will always be, the death of my practicality.
Two days into this diet that killed my ability to have starches and simple carbs and I literally want to tear people to shreds.

Now. The question is – is it because I’m not supposed to have them, or is there something that my body really craves in them that it’s not getting?
Two days shouldn’t be enough, but already I’ve started feeling just not great.

Rather like having my back hurt just because yours does.

I’m clueless as to how I’m supposed to eat more than 1200 calories without soda – much less 2000.
And I’m wondering also if this feeling has to do with the fact that I didn’t buy any beef of any sort – nor pork. I’m allowed to have them, but having long wanted to go towards more bird-related and/or vegetarian ‘meats’ because of the heaviness involved after consuming a beef meal, I took this opportunity to fill my cabinets with meat from both sides to see which I like the best.

I’m a little disgruntled that I can’t have my staple Morning Star Chikn Nuggets (why are they spelled that way?) but at the same time, I have to assume that the rather built-for-endurance trainers I have at my disposal probably know a bit more than someone that is considered obese by BMI standards.

(excuse me while I daydream about cupcakes.)

Why am I such a baby?
The simple truth?
Imagination and power of suggestion.
I am woefully susceptible to both, and found myself drooling last night at my father’s Subway sandwich.
Only because I knew I couldn’t have it.

I am the wimp of wimps.

My dinner of Egg Beaters, spinach, and turkey sausage in a scrambled sort of colorful mix was actually fantastic – I would eat it every night if my system wouldn’t object eventually – not to mention the trainer.

I just don’t respond well to change.
Any change.
And right now – the change is starches.

Thank GOD I have something to whine about other than the wedding and the custody battle.
Starches seem a weak third topic, but a topic nevertheless.

Ah, sweet potato fries, how I miss thee.