Have you ever seen a dog’s facial expression after it runs into a screen door?
You know, the one where they’re not quite as scared as if you just caught them digging in the garbage, but more confused that when they’re attempted to escape a balloon tied to their tail. Yup, you got it now.
I have the feeling my wife is going to give me that look when she comes home to see what I brought home from the grocery store. If you don’t know me well, the asparagus, broccoli, green beans, sweet potatoes, celery, and other typical fruits and vegetables would not seem out of place. For my wife, however, she’ll be dubious about the purchased produce.
Why? I think Lois Lane explained it perfect in the pilot episode of Lois and Clark – The New Adventures of Superman when she told Clark Kent “Let me get this straight, you eat like an eight-year-old, but you look like Mr. Hardbody.” Only replace hardbody with doughboy and you’ve got it.
My typical grocery trip consists of bring home a few boxes of crackers or chips, a minimum two packages of cookies, ice cream, and various other snacks favorite by your typical elementary student. I have to admit I’ve gradually been getting better about the food selections, but still not what I would consider healthy eating, especially for someone who is closer to 40 than when he began driving. This week’s delivery of consumables is more in-line to what my wife would bring home.
This grocery trip was long overdue after deciding four months ago that I would begin living a healthier lifestyle. After eliminating soda from my daily diet a month ago, I’m taking the next step: replacing carbohydrate laden snacks and side dishes for fresh fruits and vegetables.
This first week will be the toughest.
The Quirk 