Part III: What Happens a Cappella? The BIG Diet: Week #5 (Chapter 63)
I’m getting restless with the group therapy sessions.
When Brian – he’s the cute
therapist – tells us to close our eyes and think about running on a warm, sandy
beach, grains of wet sand stuck between our toes, all I can think about is a
large, ripe banana, a brilliant yellow banana, just before it gets those brown
spots.
I don’t even like bananas that
much.
But now they’re all I think
about.
I even buy a bottle of
imitation banana extract and dump two caps into my shakes, but it isn’t the
same; it’s not the taste I crave – it’s the texture, the stringy, pulpy
texture, the cool banana squishing between my teeth.
I call Diane, the nurse, and
ask permission to dump a banana into the blender – just this once –
She says, “No, that would
compromise the diet.”
She’s right: I might lose
control if I eat that banana, so I obey.
I drink five diet sodas
instead; by the end of the day, my body feels waterlogged.
Shel wants to make love, but
he’s got to be kidding.
I feel like a waterbed ready to explode.