Forcefield

In 2004, I was at the protest of the Republican National Convention in New York City, and someone wielded a sign, made famous by Jesse Jackson that I will try to recreate in blog text.

We Need A No-Carb Diet

Cheney

Ashcroft

Rumpsfeld

Bush

Oh, how much better that diet is...

It's a tough transition, going from eating whatever one wants to being confined to a certain level of certain foods.  For the past 6 years, I've watched what I ate in order to lose weight, which I did successfully after being a pudgy little kid.  It was never low calories or low carbs - it was low fat.  I now have a diet which allows all the fat I need, but limits carbs.

Carbs are in everything.  Milk, juice, pasta, rice, BBQ sauce, chocolate, etc.  Everything you can imagine with the exception of *most* vegetables.  

Without the normal level of carbs, I've been feeling empty.  In the movie ANTZ (yes, another Woody Allen reference, albeit a bad movie) Woody Allens' character stumbles upon Insectopia, where there is all the food he could want.  It is a picnic.  He goes up to a gaping sandwich, goes to take a bite, and is blocked by 'some sort of forcefield'.  It is saran wrap.  As I stare longingly at my pantry, my hand trembling from the shock to my system, it's as if there's a forcefield between me and the breads, the pastas, and my beloved Chococats.  

Food is difficult.  It's one of my greatest joys in life (not being a glutton, but eating good food) and now it's rationed.  

But on the bright side, the radish industry is going to boom with my diagnosis, and I can only imagine what will happen to Big Green Bean.

I need to find a diabetic cow.