I just proved that I am 12.

I stormed out of the room because my parents were eating dinner and I couldn't have what they fixed. I wanted to have a temper tantrum, but I managed to keep from going to that extreme, but it was hard. Truly.

My mother put all of her efforts into cooking a meal I couldn't eat and then made me sit for a "family" dinner with them. I looked at my cold sliver of turkey breast, and then at their corn on the cob, butter and cream laden chicken, candied carrots and potatoes and felt my eye begin to twitch.

I got up from the table and am now sitting here, typing, until they are done so I can go eat my cold and very tiny meal.

This diet is evil. It figures that a man came up with it. I'll bet his motto is that damned "no pain, no gain" crap that men are so fond of saying (when everyone with an ounce of sense knows it should be "no pain, NO PAIN")