Because I’ve had so much carne asada and pollo a la plancha and ensalada and have bypassed bread and cookies and, gasp, even wine.
Because I’ve been so good, forcing myself onto the damn treadmill, elliptical, bicycle (ouch on a poorly designed seat!) And still I ride and run, and walk.
Because I am one that adores food, builds altars for it (usually involving lots of sugar, vanilla, and cinnamon) and now my well has gone dry, turned off, chastised and set on zero, all in the name of losing a few pounds. Okay, maybe more than a few.
Because of all this and more it builds, that pining, destitute, fervent yearning.
It builds quietly while I diligently do my sit-ups.
It builds forcefully while I bake uber-fudge brownies for my kids (and don’t even sample the batter, I don’t!)
And there it is, on the …Read on