STUPID HOWARD: Day two

Okay, now it's real. And I'm in that slightly irritated space. I mean lunch was fine. A turkey burger, no bun, and strawberries and watermelon (lame out of season watermelon) for dessert.
But there's something about the lack of, say, chips, that makes Sunday football seem less appealing.

Yes, after watching the exciting end to the Ravens/Vikings game, I turned on the Patriots. My Patriots mind you, and I just couldn't get into it. Grant it, it's snowing in October there and it looks like a high holy mess. The kind of day that really brings out the hot chocolate and warm cookies in one's memory.... (I'm from New England, land of hot chocolate and warm cookies on a sunday afternoon. I'm probably just making that part of my childhood up, but still...)

I turned off the game. I'm actually thinking about... uh, you know... reading or something.

GOOD GOD IS THIS WHAT LACK OF CARBS DOES TO A MAN?

Hell, my nine year old son, was so not into watching the Pats without chips, he's upstairs PRACTICING HIS piano!

This diet is already having a weird effect. There's something weirdly emasculating about a diet. It's all about what YOU CAN'T HAVE and what you CAN'T DO. While there's always been something distinctly manly about tailgating and eating poorly and yes, having heart burn.
Last night I caught myself looking at the calories and fat content of my yogurt.

WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?

Surely this is just day two -- had egg whites for breakfast -- freak out.

Or is it something worse?

Did I mention that slightly irritated feeling I'm having? I mean, a boring game is always less boring with chips. Especially when they're in my Patriot's helmet dish which Jenny got me which is now sitting lonely and sad on a shelf to the left of the big screen.

And what the hell is the kid playing up there? He's no Van Cliburn.

Now I'm ranking on my kid who's upstairs doing what he's suppose to be doing. That's low of me.

In short: Day Two harder than day one.