Breakfast: This is the first hard day. I woke this morning wanting everything white, super-processed and sweet, like the french toast Bethany made, but instead I had my usual Guacamole-esque meal with and a huge grapefruit-like thing called a pomelo. Look at that rind! It's thick but very spongey, I've even seen these floating at times.
Lunch: Was just weird. I had a strange assortment of food, all of which was good, but afterwards I felt odd and still hungry.
Dinner: Was Awesome! Through the middle of a power-outage my kitchen magician wife was able somehow to cook beef-stuffed cabbage rolls with "Unknown-Squash Soup" All of which was amazing with the side of carrot-raisin-walnut salad. I mean honestly it's like Kitchen McGyver around here, without the dorky mullet of course.I almost lost it today: Every time I passed a snack shop and here... they are like capillaries, no matter where you are in your body, you are never far from one.
As for my experience today, the pathos, I think requires poetry... enjoy.
Out of an ocean of coffee
Crawling on diced veggie sand
Traversing the dessertless desert
For to go to a healthier land.
The egg yolk sun making thirst that
Dried milk-oasis won't slake
Cabbage tumbleweeds crossing my path
Through this carbo-less wasteland I take
The Oreo Cactus it taunts me
Blue package and white stuff they call
But the quills of resolve they will stay me
These 30 days I want them all..........................................
