I suppose I should give an update on my awful diet.
Oddly, Jane's having a harder time with it than I am. I'm over the head and body aches of the first week, and I'm feeling rather good; I'm just bored with the food I have to eat. Jane, on the other hand, is sick to death of providing it, for which I do not blame her. When my next appointment with my doctor rolls around, Jane says she's going to do her best to get the doctor to expand the list of acceptable foods a bit, just to make life easier on the cook.
For my part, I don't want to get involved. I find I do better if I simply eat what's put in front of me, and try not to think about it too much. Fortunately, I'm not a gourmet; not thinking about it is easier than I would have guessed.
I guess there is one milestone I should note: today I went to a real restaurant for the first time since I started my diet just over two weeks ago; it was a goodbye-lunch for one of my co-workers. We went to a local Persian barbecue place where I had something called "chicken barg"--a chicken breast pounded into a long, flat
ribbon and barbecued on a skewer. Now, frankly, seasoned chicken breast is seasoned chicken breast; I've been eating a lot of it recently, and it's getting a bit tiresome. But this was still pretty good--and it means that Jane and I can actually get a baby-sitter and go out to eat somewhere. Woo-hoo!