Unpleasantly Plump

Here is a list of things I want to eat right now:

1. Spinach, swiss cheese, and tomato omelet from Frank's Diner. Served with crispy hash-browns and a butter-grilled, homemade biscuit.

2. A whole packet of cinnamon graham crackers, spread thickly with Nutella.

3. Large plate of fettuccine Alfredo with seafood from Olive Garden. And their salad. Not the bread sticks though, the garlic gives me stomach cramps.

4. Crispy cold Chef Salad (hold the ham) from Country Cupboard. With REAL ranch dressing. None of that "light" crap.

5. Country Cupboard Shoefly Pie for dessert.

6. Hot, cinnamon-loaded, thickly frosted sticky buns. I don't care from where. Just bring it.

7. My mom's Thanksgiving turkey dinner. With real mashed potatoes. (Not the lazy boxed kind I make). And stuffing. And cranberries.

8. Strawberry shortcake, with whipped cream.

9. Oatmeal raisin cookies, the softer and chewier, the better.

10. A big ol' bag of burned pretzels from the Amish farmer who makes them at the Lewisburg, PA farmers market. Yes, they do actually sell burned pretzels.

Yes, Jen is hungry today. Still trying to do the liquid-diet thing for two meals a day. I think it may have to do with my diabetes, but it doesn't seem to be working. I've almost accomplished 2 full weeks enduring this torture of food deprivation, and have yet to lose a pound. I know my calorie count is low...but with my diabetes, I still end up having to eat the occasional granola bar or carton of oj. Those necessary remedies for my low blood sugar issues cost me a hundred calories here, and a hundred calories there. It adds up. But I'm trying, really hard, and I'm not giving up.

Instead, I'm just fantasizing about food. Sipping tea in the long afternoons to fill my growling stomach.

Why is it that I cannot seem to lose weight anymore? Is it my age? Is it my metabolism? I get a decent amount of exercise. I'm no couch potato. I try to do 30-50 minutes of something at least 5 days a week. Some weeks I'm more dedicated than others, admittedly, but I'm trying.

I can't write anymore today. I'm preoccupied with food. I guess I'll head out to the local Walmart. Where the smell of the bread baking at the Subway will torture me further. Fun, Fun!