The 2-popsicle lunch

My body has become very particular about what it wants and doesn't want. Some people lose their appetite altogether at training. Many people spent the first week throwing up, so they aren't eating much. All I wanted last week was lemonade and cold pasta.

And these are not just cravings, especially with the lemonade. I start thinking about lemonade halfway through class. I must have it. It is the only thing to live for. Dear god, when will the angels descend from heaven with lemonade and save us all? Once I make it to lunch and get that lemonade, it is the. Best. Lemonade. Ever. Actually, it's the best thing I've ever drunk. I don't know how I lived without it, or why I would want anything else.

Except maybe popsicles. There is a very smart popsicle man who brings his cart to the parking lot at lunchtime. And we are ever so grateful. Because he sells the best. Popsicles. Ever.

I think they're Mexican -- they come in lemon-lime, strawberry, mango, coconut, tamarind, watermelon, hibiscus and pineapple. There are usually chunks of fruit in them. The lemon-lime ones are basically the crack form of lemonade. Today I started lunch with a lemon-lime popsicle. Then I decided I needed a pineapple one too, and whatever real food I had just seemed unnecessary.

I think food is overrated. I know they just want to keep us from passing out. But food made me feel sluggish. After the 2-popsicle lunch, I felt great. Perhaps one day you will find me strung out on these crack popsicles in the gutter, clutching a 40-oz. of lemonade. I cannot promise you I will want rehab.

P.S. It's my mother's birthday today. I called on the way to the studio and made the van sing happy birthday to her. Happy Birthday again, mom.