CHOCOLATE

Last night, I had a craving for something sweet that could not be tamed by my usual diet cherry coke. I needed chocolate. Luckily, there was nearly a full carton of chocolate soy ice cream in the freezer. I bought it a while ago, but hadn't eaten much because the flavor wasn't quite right. However, since I've gone several weeks with barely any dairy or sugar, it tasted delicious last night. It tasted like the richest, chocolatiest ice cream I've ever had. Not bad for 130 calories and 3 grams of fat per half cup serving. I went ahead and called it a meal and had a whole cup. To make sure my meal was balanced, I added a tablespoon of peanut butter-all natural, of course. What a yummy dinner! A few hours later, I had a salad with chick peas as my dessert.

Other than last night's treat, I'm getting into a routine (or rut) with my weekday eating. I have a peanut butter sandwich with cinnamon or apple butter for breakfast in the car on the way to work. I have an apple and ten cashews for my morning and afternoon snacks. I have salad or leftovers for lunch. I have salad or soup for dinner. There's not really a problem, but a think a little more variety at dinner time would help. As it is, I wait as long as I can to eat it because I'm just not interested. Also, I miss cooking. Chopping vegetables is not as interesting as juggling a bunch of pots around the stove and seeing what I can whip up. On the other hand, I don't have much time for meal preparation, so I'm not sure what the solution is. I'm going to be even busier once school starts, so I guess now is the time to experiment.

The diet is definitely working. This morning I noticed that I am losing fat. How could I tell? My boobs are shrinking. While I'm not exactly overjoyed about this, it's not the worst thing that could happen. All of my bras were too small anyway. Maybe now I won't have so much of an issue with the dreaded quad-boob.

Interestingly, the same morning I notice the shrinkage, I get a ton of (unwanted) male attention on the walk to work. First, a shuttle bus driver pulls over and leans out of his window to say hello. Then I had to walk through a group of construction workers who were standing on the sidewalk and all wanted to say good morning and then talk about my body as I walked away. I guess they didn't see I had ears since they were so busy looking at my butt. I hate being looked at like that. It's not a compliment. Guys start eyeing you up from a block away and stare with their eyeballs gogging out like idiots. It's so uncomfortable. I try to avoid eye contact so they won't talk to me, but I shouldn't have to walk around with my head down because some men don't understand that it's not polite to stare.

It's going to be interesting to see how I deal with this as I get smaller. Of course, if I lose all the weight and start walking around buck naked all the time, people will probably stare more. At least then it would be understandable.