– Many Skittles ads from your youth

So here’s the thing.
I love food.  I live for food.  Some people eat to live, I live to eat.
I barely discriminate.  I have lived the last 30 years on the seefood diet, if I see food, I eat it.
I don’t eat onions.  I gag at the thought of tuna.  I don’t like raspberries.  End of.
Were it not for a relatively decent metabolism, and sporadic bouts of enthusiasm for exercise I’m sure I would have been crane lifted from my house years ago.

I wake up and wonder what my nearest meal will be.  Once that has been decided, I begin pondering my next meal.  I have oft received my husband’s incredulity upon asking what is for dinner while I am eating my lunch.  I love my food.  I am always hungry.  I am often hangry.

Now that the decision has been made, see previous post, it has come to my attention that my diet leaves a lot to be desired.
I eat enough.  I know not to gorge myself (at least not all the time).  However my fruit and vegetable intake is godawful to say the least, and at the opposite end of the scale, my sugar and processed foods intake is also godawful – to say the very least.
I also don’t drink enough water (does anybody?)

My life is to change forever.  And it all begins with my diet.
In the immortal words of Charlie Brown, “Good grief”.

– Alicia Keys, Unthinkable (Element of Freedom)

I am thirty years old.  I have been with my partner for ten years, married for two.
We have a house.  Steady jobs.  A cat.

I think I have finally reached a point in my life where I feel I am truly content, mature, responsible.
If you ask me I’m ready.  My body is ready.  We are as ready as we will ever be.

Let’s do this.