I hurt all over...
I stole my parents' diet book. Okay, I asked my Mom if I "could borrow it?" and I know she likes to make me happy so she'd probably say yes. It just looked like everything was going along so nicely for them, I thought I would try it out myself. It is the South Beach Diet, which is very much like Atkins with no counting of the carbs. You are simply not supposed to eat anything with the word "White" in it. Pretty much, if it says, "White" it is trying to kill you. No white bread, no white rice, no white flour. By extension, macaroni and cheese and potatoes are out as well. I have yet to find the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Diet, but the person who sells it is going to make a couple million dollars before everyone debunks him/her as a charlatan. I applied for another job today. I am sorry for sounding weary. I am aiming for weary as opposed to self-pitying. This one is in the home state in the desired field. I am not enthused though. As I have had no quick blood sugar jolts today, I find myself unable to be hyper and excited about anything. Even a shower. I took the Bataan Death March, which as you may know is a long walking route which was chartered in retaliation by Red when I woke her up one afternoon. (Late afternoon actually)Afterwards, neither one of us was willing to forgo our pride and shorten the 5 mile route despite the physical agony it caused. Sweat is less of a problem in January than July, but I still hurt all over.