To kick off our new-found diet, Macrobiotics, me and Carleen decided to take a “Rice Fast” - ten days of nothing but rice and tea. We’re talking RICE - not stir-fried in oil or with veggies. JUST rice. We were excited - all the new possiblities, all the new recipes, all the new veggies we would discover in the future. We were Yin. We were Yang.
2 Bowls
We each got 2 Bowls into our fast before dropping rice like a bad habit. Since then, I’ve had lurid thoughts of dancing cows in “Playboy” like poses holding a Snickers bar in one hoof and a slice of pizza in the other. I’ve also entertained thoughts of punching Michio Kushi (founder of Macrobiotics) in the face.
I’ve not been a pleasant person, nor have I felt very friendly these past few days. I look forward to a life of Tofu, low-fat, low-sugar, no-taste eating, and I…. am…. not…. happy. You could say this is a “valley” in my “Road to Recovery”. The thing that gets me is how tremendous this diet (I say “diet”, lifestyle is really more accurate, in my opinion) is for people, especially people like me. I would think that I would simply reach a point of resignation with my fate and accept the lifestyle wholeheartedly. I think I’ve only reached the stage of Denial, however.
*Note*: I would just like to add, that the morning before Carleen quit the rice, she walked out the door calling me a “pansy” for quitting. I have, as of yet, not retaliated.
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