Day 26: Extra Starch, Please

Today was a pretty good day. My kids went to Texas for a week with the ex-thorn-in-my-side, so I ventured into the big city to see the Davids - two guys I graduated from Reynolds High School with back in 1970. (Yes, I really did go to Reynolds High.) I sat and watched them eat lunch. I didn't order anything because it was a Thai restaraunt and everything came with or on rice, and was drenched in rich sauces made with peanuts or other dietarily suspect legumes. It's a shame, too, because I've always enjoyed ordering the "King Prik" with a lascivious smile on my face. Small minds -- simple pleasures.

For lunch I had a big bowl of blood red cherries. I know this has been said a thousand time before, but it really is true that if you go a month with almost no processed sugar, simple things like cherries become unbelievably delicious. On a similar -- though ironic -- note, I've noticed that going three years without sex has actually lowered my standards of beauty. Even overweight men with breasts are starting to look good to me now.

Speaking of eating, I spoke with my nutritionist today and complained that I was having trouble keeping my starch intake down to eight and a half units. She agreed that perhaps this was unrealistically low and raised me to ten units. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that extra bowl of Special K I had tonight.

Big guts -- simple pleasures.