Me and messy fruit don't mix. Me and fruit in fact aren't the best of pals. In my fairly new found drive to beat inertia, I told myself 2009 would be different.
I am not one to make new years resolutions. I think that prevents you from starting something on the other 364 days of the year, and then being disappointed if you fail just afterwards. Nonetheless I told myself this year was the year I was going to conquer my illogical exclusion of fruit from my diet.
Today I had an apple. Now that sounds (an is) pathetic coming from a 29 year old, but it took some will power. It sat on my desk for an hour, and then in a surge I decided now was the time. I took a bite, and like every other apple I have eaten... I didn't dislike it. In fact, I liked it. Hence the acknowledgement that my fruitless diet is illogical. But... as I bit, some juice flew from my mouth.
Now anyone who knows me well would laugh if I tried to claim that I was obsessively tidy, so again I don't understand the reasoning why some juice makes me feel strange. Strange, because I can't put my finger on it. Now, bananas, I never had a problem with. They aren't messy you see.
Now, before you point your finger at me, laugh, shake your head and think, 'weirdo'... I am pretty sure there are completely illogical things you do that you want to change.
I guess we don't have to wait for New Years.
Let's see if tomorrow I can make it two days in a row. Hey, maybe next week I will even attempt some grapes! (ok, you are forgiven for thinking weirdo)
Exciting Times.
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