42 days in the desert without dessert (The Diet, Day 42)

I was going to use this title on Day 40, and I forgot to see it through. Perhaps that’s fortunate. Perhaps I don’t really want to compare myself to…well, you know…the one who did the forty days in the desert thing. I didn’t have anything profound to say about it anyway. I just liked the way it sounded to say “in the desert without dessert.” In point of fact, I’ve been in anything but the desert. I think we’ve been experiencing something like 110% humidity around here.

My mother reminded me of my cool blog title that I forgot to use today when she asked me if I was eating no sugar added ice cream on my diet. She was holding a tub of Blue Bell when she asked.

I said, “Yes, I’ll have a little.”

She said, “This isn’t sugar free.”

Psych!

I’ve always blamed my older brothers for my warped sense of humor, but sometimes I suspect my mother.

She did, however, produce some sugar free ice cream a few minutes later, and I had my first taste of dessert since The Diet began…or to be more specific since the first week or so of The Diet when I sampled a sliver of my brother’s birthday cake.

The sugar free ice cream was sweet. It was very sweet.

Ever since I read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series, I’ve ascribed deep meaning to the number 42. It is, after all, the answer to life, the universe, and everything. I was really hoping to experience a dieting epiphany today. But no. No such luck. It’s just another day in which I struggle to maintain, which may, come to think of it, be the answer to life, the universe, and everything after all.

Keep up the struggle my friends. And if that fails, maybe go read up on what you’re supposed to do if you find yourself stuck in a desert for 40 days.