Hear that sound?
No, it's not me still breathing hard over that Clooney/Obama YouTube.
It's my stomach growling.
Damn you NutriSystem. We are in such the love/hate relationship.
The love part is the fact that I think I'm actually losing some weight -- hoo-frickin'-ray. I don't own a scale (they are of the debil) but my clothes are looser. Especially my jeans. And I'm seeing my collarbones a bit more.
I've still not completely adjusted to the food I'm able to have on this thing. Case in point: I was craving some protein this morning for breakfast. Specifically, a Sausage McMuffin with a side of hash browns (OK -- those are carbs. But still.) and a fountain coke. The Scrambled Soy Eggs with Veggie Sausage Crumbles did not satisfy this craving in the least. On the contrary -- it's making me look at the clock to see if I have enough time to race up to Mickey D's before they stop serving breakfast.
I've never had anything quite like this "egg" dish I just consumed out of sheer hunger and exhaustion. It sucks donkey balls. My first clue to how "unusual" they would be should have been the fact that I was required to mix the lovely yellow powder masquerading as eggs with 1/4 cup water. Uuuugh. The second should have been the fact that I had to scrape the little microwave container with a knife to dislodge all the eggy goodness from the packaging. After only 30 seconds in the microwave. Rubbery doesn't do this concoction justice as an adjective. I'm actually not sure what descriptor would, honestly. Where's Roget's when you need it.
I'm feeling all noble now. But nauseous. And still hungry.
I'm trying to be so good on this damn diet -- my poor little 1950s sized kitchen is overrun with NutriSystem boxes. Seriously -- they're everywhere, thanks to having NO cabinet space. But that's another rant for another day. I like the program -- I really do. The food overall isn't bad and the portion-controlled aspect is a major selling point. And I'm rather proud of myself for maintaining enough self-control to actually stick to the damn plan, for the most part. Last week was kind of a wash, with all of the Will health issues and all. But I'm cutting myself some slack for that.
I guess I'll just have to be content taking a hit off the air as I drive by the BBQ joint near Will's school -- I got totally turned on the other day just smelling the delightful aroma of hickory smoke and pork fat blowing through my open car window. Pulled pork as aphrodisiac. And I'm consoling myself with dreams of McMuffins and real Mac & Cheese and a bloody juicy rare steak with a loaded baked potato and a bottle of pinot noir...
Gives new meaning to food porn, doesn't it.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I'm going to go watch Food TV. Oh yeah.