Hungry

I’m hungry all the time, therefore I must be on a diet.

A 1700-calorie, lowfat diet to be precise. With good nutrition. I’ve used this formula twice before, and once dropped forty pounds with it.

Another element is that I try to burn at least 500 calories per day in exercise, which means I’m really scraping by on 1200 calories per day.

Excess weight is melting away, not surprisingly.

But I’m hungry all the time. Or, if not hungry, I have cravings.

Normally I am indifferent, if not actually hostile, to fast food. But in my current state, when I pass by a Burger King I think longingly of grilled meat patties and french fries. The sight of a Pizza Hut is accompanied by the sound of angel voices. And the local burrito stand causes me to salivate— actually it causes me to salivate even when I’m not on a diet, which is certainly a part of my problem.

But I resolutely keep my eyes front and my attention focused on the carrots or the handful of grapes I allow myself as a snack.

Finishing a novel, working on the Mystery Project, and dieting— all at the same time. Damn, I am a disciplined creature.