Yesterday I swam a mile plus and went shopping with the devil directly after. He was right on my shoulder encouraging me to put all kinds of disaster into my cart.

Who am I kidding! It was no devil, it was texture deprivation talking. After three weeks of broth and rice noodles I was breaking out of bland penitentiary. Well, I had a vestige of sense left and decided to remove all but two of the offending fats and sugars, and you know what?

I woke up today, guilt free, no stomach distress and ready to go back to a modified version of the bland diet.

To excite the palate, there needs to be crunch and chew.

I am going to plan this into my shopping and try to maintain a diet gentle on my digestion.