When I was 14 or 15 I was convinced I was fat. In reality, I probably needed to lose 5-10 pounds and I'd kill to weigh now what I did then. Somehow though, I convinced my mother to let me join the local Diet Center (do they even exist still?). One of the guidelines of their plan was to consume 8-10 cups of lettuce every single day. I hated it then and I've hated lettuce even more since then. Needless to say, I lost very little weight because it was nearly impossible for me to force feed myself that much lettuce everyday. Blech!
Over the last 3 days I've had more lettuce than I've probably ever had as a post-op and I think that vial weed is finally taking revenge on my stomach. The stuff goes right through me. It's awful. I'm starting to wonder now if the food poisoning I had in mid-July was just a bad reaction to a salad I had eaten for dinner. I don't think I'll ever eat lettuce again. It's that bad!
