The problem with brown rice and steamed veggies is that it runs through my system like tequila. Quick and ugly.
I ate a big meal of this stuff before I headed out to drop the kiddies off at school and go downtown to teach my classes for the day. I swear, the moment my foot hit the pavement I was hungry. No, this was not temptation as there are no restaurants particularly close to my home. I was just hungry, such is the story of my life for the past 3 days.
So I´m screwed. I didn´t bring a tupperware because I felt like a dork. Like I was going to bust out a Dora lunchbox on the metro. My best option was to stop for a juice at the juice stand near Largo do Machado and get a natural juice, no sugar.
I was waiting patiently for my juice when I smelled it. It was heaven on a plate of grease. Before I turned to look, I knew what it is. The greasy looking teenager who was sitting next to me received his even greasier looking order. It was a HUGE cheese burger, 2 patties and no salad, as they say here in Rio.
I bet you are thinking I´m going to say I was disgusted. Oh no, quite the contrary. I was turned on. That hamburger had me at hello.
No, I did not cheat. Cheaters never win and winners never cheat. Didn´t you see that Back to School special?
Anyway, I just sighed and drank my freakin´ O.J. I think I overestimated myself and underestimated this diet. It´s going to take a lot more to make this girl granola!
