Sorry about the recent weather. It's my fault, I'm sure. You see, I've been eating vegetables lately, and once that started happening "a chilly, wet day in Fort Wayne" couldn't be far behind. (I realize that phrase isn't as famous as that other weather-related phrase -- "a cold day in hell" -- but I'm sure it's in use somewhere.)
It's crazy. I've ate spinach, broccoli, mushrooms, cucumbers, almond butter, tomatoes that weren't on a hamburger, and a ton of lettuce (also not on a hamburger) just to name a few. I can't say that I like too many of the new foods, so I tend to hide them when I eat. For instance, I throw new veggies into a stir fry with some chicken breast and then don't look too hard at my plate while eating. If it's all jumbled together I'm not sure what I'm eating in any particular bite. Whatever it takes, right? I am mildly surprised that the dietary changes have come easier than I thought they would come.
Personally, the coolest part of eating new foods is the gas by-product. I'm not trying to be gross here, but when you radically change your diet, be forewarned that you're also going to radically change your gas. I was always proud of my ability to clear a room before FWSW, but I now feel like Peter Parker must have felt after getting bit by that radioactive spider. After all, broccoli flatus almost qualifies as a super power.
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