Today is difficult. It’s one of those horrid weekends where I’m not only alone, but lonely. The only people I’ve talked to all weekend are the the McDonald’s cashier and the clerks at the grocery store. I don’t understand. When did I become Eleanor Rigby? Why am I all alone, sobbing into my wine glass while watching Walking Dead re-runs?

I need to feel positive, so maybe it’s time to take stock of my dietary successes.

• Weight lost to date:  12 pounds.
• Gross foods have been eaten!!  And some of them weren’t all that gross.  I have several dishes I’ll be putting in permanent rotation, which is the ultimate goal of the subscription boxes.
• I have more energy.  I used to go to the grocery store, come home, and collapse.  Now I can go to the grocery store and still cook something that same night.  And clean the kitchen afterwards.
• I haven’t had a frozen pizza in weeks, and I only breakfast at McDonald’s once a week.
• I’m spending less on food, even with the subscription boxes.

As you’d expect, though, it’s mixed success.  Losing twelve pounds isn’t a big deal. I’ve lost that much accidentally, without any effort. From here on out it gets tricky.

I have more energy, but I don’t always use it well. There are a million things I need to do around the house, but I’m too preoccupied with The End of Mr. Y to bother.

I’m still not getting enough protein in my diet.  My target is 20%, but I usually get about 14%. And I’m always hungry. In the mornings, for example, I eat granola and milk, but by 10:30 my stomach is growling. This never happened when I ate Egg McMuffins. Are lowfat people always hungry like this?  How do they get anything done?

While I really have made lots of progress, today I don’t feel like I’ve done much at all. We live in an Amazon Prime world, and I want my gratification NOW, damnit. I’m tired of being lonely. I want my life, now. Not Eleanor’s.