12:00 PM… Like my hairline and the churning cioppino, otherwise known as the sea, at low tide, I believe my waistline has receded a bit. Still a dickey-doo, but a smaller version than last weeks. Lest I sound too positive let me just say that lunch today is Gestapo soup. Sorry Gazpacho soup. Somehow Gestapo seems more fitting given the rigors of this diet. I'm not sure how I'll "stomach" it. (Damn, I'm funny) I may have to supplement it with a wee bit of turkey and a Snickers bar.
2:11 PM…OK, I'm officially not a big fan of Gestapo soup. I even heated it up (for you barbarians out there, gazpacho is traditionally served cold) It wasn't as bad as say, spooning up vomit, but not so good that I'd say "Gee, I'd like to have this on a regular basis." Plus it leaves your mouth tasting like ass. Not that I know anything about that.
In completely unrelated news, I'm thoroughly enjoying The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green, by Joshua Braff (apparently the brother of Zach Braff of Scrubs and Garden State fame), the story about a young, Jewish lad growing up with a tyrannical father in New Jersey. It is both uproariously funny (finally, a chance to use "uproariously") and yet, filled with moments of great sadness as Jacob wrestles with a learning disability, the angst-filled years of puberty, and his parent's eventual divorce. It's…true. At least so far, I'm not done yet.
I'd kill for a Jack in the Box Spicy, Crispy Chicken Sandwich ® with curly fries about now.