My diet and I are on a break from each other, but I’m still counting days so as to cling to the illusion that we haven’t actually broken up. Rocky times ahead. The holidays are always stressful on relationships. Another big tension-builder is traveling. No doubt I’m about to prove traveling is unnerving. I’ll be the person sitting next to you on the plane, getting on your nerves.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to think up ways to avoid cheating beyond redemption on The Diet. The only real answer I can come up with is to order salad everywhere. Probably I’ll order some salad to go with my nachos, but the idea is to go whole salad.
Salad rules.
Here’s what Shakespeare said about it: “O that brave Ceasar.”
