The lady who owns the place where I got the cookies for the Cookie Diet called to tell me I was doing it wrong.
"If you really feel hungry," she said, "have another cookie."
I was not doing it that way. I was trying my best to muster through the irritation and ignoring the pangs until it was time for the next cookie. It wasn't extremely hard.
Unfortunately, I was risking a blood-sugar imbalance -- which may have explained the occasional light-headedness. And here I thought my body just missed a nice beer buzz.
Made it through work without any problems. People talked about the amazing foods they ate at the
. Creations that took days to complete. Animals that were cooked for three days, etc.
I saw mini Milky Ways and Three Musketeers come and go in the candy jar by the copy desk.
One spongy cookie went down my gullet. Three hours later another cookie went down fast.
Soon it was dinnertime, so I sped across town to Culver City to pick up an old girlfriend. We went to my favorite sushi place in Westchester and asked for sashimi, salad and vegetables.
I hadn't been eating very many greens during the Cookie Diet and I wanted to make up for it.
The dishes came a little fast but were great: edamame, mushrooms on eggplant, seaweed salad, and then a sashimi salad with nice hunks of salmon and toro.
Before we could ask for just a few slices of my favorite fish, Sawara, the waiter, said that the owner was preparing a special sashimi platter.
Clearly, this would take me over the 10-ounce protein limit, but this man is gifted. I wouldn't be surprised if the fish magically disappeared right as it hit the stomach. Example: What was I doing eating seaweed salad?
The platter he made was beautiful and delicious. A far cry different than the tuna bowl I had made for myself on Friday, or the slices of lunchmeat I had as protein on Sunday. This fish made you feel as if it enjoyed being eaten.
Every piece wanted to have a word with me.
Sipped on one Diet Coke.
Floated home and a few hours later I had a cookie.