One of the most difficult aspects of dieting is making good choices. If I’m craving something sweet, I know an apple is a better choice than a Swiss Cake Roll. So, I choose an apple. Something like this follows:
- Use apple corer to slice my apple.
- Take a bite, enjoy the healthy crunch of good nutrition.
- Chew for an exceptionally long time (I left the skin on.)
- Swallow. That? Was awesome.
- Be proud of myself.
- Eat another slice.
- Feel better than all those fatsos eating Swiss Cake Rolls.
- Eat another slice.
- Think about how much I despise people who eat apples whole. Note that it reminds me of horses eating apples and that eating apples is almost as loud as eating chips.
- Wonder if I have any chips.
- Start on slice number four.
- When will this fucking apple end?
- Consider adding peanut butter to my apple to make it interesting again.
- Calculate how many calories/grams of fat that would add.
- Decide to just have a little peanut butter on one slice of apple.
- Open the peanut butter jar and smell the wonderful aroma of high fat food.
- Thank the lord there are no life threatening allergies in my home.
- Spoon some peanut butter on my apple slice. Lick it off.
- Decide that half an apple is better than a whole Swiss Cake Roll.
- Toss the remaining apple in the trash, where it belongs.
- Eat a spoonful of peanut butter.
- Repeat, with chocolate chips.
- Feel a bit of guilt.
- Resolve to eat an apple tomorrow.
In the scenario above, Cry the Beloved Country is the apple. I liked it for a while. Then I got bored. There is nothing that is drawing me back into it and there are too many enticing alternatives. Sure, they probably won’t enrich my mind but now I want to be entertained. I’m sure I will finish it. One day. But, not today. Or tomorrow. Or this week. Maybe next month.











