So today was rough.
Almost two weeks on this diet and I feel like crawling the walls. I guess it struck me that I can either be miserable and not enjoy the food that I really like, or I can basically be a ticking time bomb and wind up like my father.
Now granted, I won't be on this particular diet forever (I better not be, or I'm holding up a bread store) but there are still some major changes to be made that would have to be permanent. Like no more Rice Krispies! Apparently they have a glycemic index of 50, which is completely and utterly depressing on so many levels. Oh, and no more stuff like white rice, white bread, seeing the pattern? It'll be all hippie crunchy granola from here on out, which is a bit depressing.
On a happier note: Winter Fire is about three and a half months away. I'll be there come hell or high water. I need a good beating. I also need to move to a city, to get more therapy, ya know. Not to mention that beating on people is equally cathartic. Just saying.
Until next time...
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