Don't bother. It sucks.
So I went on this diet for two reasons. One, because Michaela said I should, and two, because I didn't have a better idea when I said I was going to "Grab the bull by its horns" (meaning, reclaim my life after yet another year of starting work and not wanting to). I swear that if I had a new job, things would be different. But I don't. However, now there's talk of Toronto, and Emeryville, and SSRI's, and blood pressure medications, and cholesterol... I'm telling you, I think I might have to start using Cabbage Soup as a metaphor (or a simile - I can never remember which) for life. There is nothing more simple than Cabbage Soup, and honestly, I wish my life were that simple sometimes. Just not as bland.
Charlie Brown just told Lucy about his Amazing Cabbage Soup.
I'm actually sitting at my desk that we are borrowing from Minette because it doesn't fit in her apartment, waiting for Curtis' flight to land. I was supposed to be napping, but my brain kept racing and my lower intestines kept grumbling. I am actually killing time until I have to head on over to the airport. And what was on my mind? Cabbage Soup. Tomorrow is day number 4, which means I get to eat 8 bananas and drink loads of skim milk. I truly do not know why I am following this diet other that the fact that I needed something to follow that had rules and guidelines, cuz we all know there ain't any at work. Kachow!
Gross.
God I hate bananas.
