Is it possible to be on a diet and still be a chowhound? The new year found me on an Atkins diet, and utterly unable to eat out at any of my favorite San Francisco restaurants. I even got a phone call from my favorite haunt, was I okay or had I moved??? Sigh. I have yet to find an atkins support bulletin board which isn't full of midwestern-type housewives and I don't know about the rest of you, but my former favorite passtime of reading the chowboards only makes me hunger in unhealthy ways.
Look, I've met some of you, many are just as plump as me. How on earth do you cope with that growing waistline? I love food, and find this "breakup" unbearable, sobbingly and wrenchingly unbearable. How do you all deny yourselves of the simple pleasure that is living the life of the eager, unrestrained chowhound?