My friend Enrique Montoya has the funny habit of screaming “Squirrel!” every time I come up with a new thing to do, a la puppy from the movie “Up.” Monologues? Squirrel! Writing a book? Squirrel! Diet? Squirrel! I get his point.
The 3-day diet was the most torturous experience of the past… week. I spent a billion dollars on new groceries, I couldn’t stop thinking about food, and half of the stuff I was eating was just absolutely not worthy of feeding a starving dog.
But that’s not really what made me come to my senses… It was an incident that occurred on Friday in which my own food attacked me. That’s when I said ENOUGH! In short, hot oil splashed off the pan where I was making my tilapia fish and hit me in the eye like a bulls eye. After a couple trips to the emergency room, and some steroids and antibiotics, I am no longer in excruciating pain and I can see perfectly fine.
So, no more diet. Now I want to get into theater 🙂 Squirrel!
I’m only half kidding 🙂 I’m mostly looking forward to going home and decorating for the holidays tonight 🙂
RIP Flat Belly Diet. Welcome Christmas!
ina
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