Day seven of the portion controlled pre-packaged food diet. Last night, while savoring my dessert of instant-mix chocolate pudding, I closed my eyes. What did I taste? A bit of sweetness – and nothing else. The only indicator of “chocolate” was the coco-brown coloring. Yes, it was sweet and, yes, it had pudding’s texture, but there ain’t no chocolate in this here puddin’, Mister. If I changed the coloring, I could change the flavor – yellow for vanilla, ocher for butterscotch and pink for strawberry. I’ve also noticed that the various pastas in red sauce taste reminiscent of the canned Chef Boyardee of my childhood – Beefaroni and Spaghetti – O’s.
The food isn’t awful, but it’s a marked step down from the low-cal frozen meals available at the neighborhood grocery store – and they’re probably cheaper. There isn’t anything that I’ve absolutely hated yet, but I’d mark them low on taste. If nothing else, my food intake has been plentiful and I don’t feel like I’m starving. One week down and four more to go.
Today, N. sent me a package. Oh, the temptation! He had included a small box of Fran’s handmade chocolates. Dark Chocolate enrobed caramels with grey salt and caramels enrobed in milk chocolate with smoked salt. My mouth waters as I imagine biting into the creamy chocolate shell and plunging my teeth through the rich caramel – the taste heightened by the crunchy bits of salt sprinkled on top.
Willpower – I’m tucking my caramels somewhere safe. I will bring the box out and responsibly enjoy a piece or two on week six.