Then I turned my head from the monitor for just a second, and Adkins had come to condemn my eschewing of red meat, cholesterol, and fat as apostasy. I held out as I found myself surrounded by more and more converts. Still holding out as authoritarian web sites appeared to assure my downfall via veggie-burgers, a staple of my food world. Changes came more quickly as each new dietary savior was introduced. I began to be worn down by the stress of being declared a bad eater, I’d lost my dignity in an ever-changing world.
Screw-it! I hit
menopause. At this point a cow in a
field would be in danger if I’d gone more than four hours since breakfast. I’ve since obtained a touch of the lard-ass;
but I’ve gotten the potato chips out of the pantry, and things are looking up. Still, I revel in the concept that, on eating,
I trust my gut (or what’s available at the agility trial, yes, even the concession
stand at Bowling Green).
Google and see
the forbidden foods, the dietary-faithful stay at war, nothing is worthy of scarfment, and
I just don’t give a flip.
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