If only the aromas of a delicious barbecue were enough to quench the carnivorous desires of a hungry man. I just went to the Los Altos Farmers’ Market in downtown Los Altos, and the temptation to order a nice hunk of meat was all too strong. Had I not eaten that piece of pizza at lunch time perhaps I would have caved. But numbers are numbers, and I must obey the law of the Calorie Nazi. If only we could simply eat what our hearts told us to, there would be no need for a diet. But my brain says otherwise, as I know I’ll regret it later on, since a barbecue is a calorie’s delight.