the problem with polyannas

It's Day 13 million of my diet, give or take. I took a friend and her husband out to lunch last week, and they chose Applebee's. I scoured the menu for something, anything I could eat.

"I'll take the ribs," the husband ordered. My stomach audibly gurgled.

"Shut up, you pussy," my brain snapped at my stomach, and then I ordered the basil tomato soup.

"I can really see the weight loss," chirped my friend.

"See, the problem is that you would say encouraging things even if I'd put on 20 pounds," I replied.

"I would not!"

I turned to her husband. "Do you see any weight loss?"