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Day Three

I had no idea how deep routed my fear and disgust of tomatoes was, until today. I always knew I didn't like them, could never explain exactly what it was about them, but after today I can tell you that there is simply nothing good about them. I understand their nutritional value and all that, but I simply cannot ever enjoy a tomato. I think I would rather eat a fish eye than go through what I did at lunch today.

Granted, what I did was not my best idea, but I had thought, being a non-lover of tomato, that if I take some onion, put it in the smoothie machine and try make a salsa to put with my green beans and boiled eggs. I guess that's why it's called a smoothie maker and not a "finely chop tomato and onion" machine.

A quarter of the way through the meal, tears started running down my face from repulsion. Then my stomach started cramping and finally the gagging. In all my life, I think I can say that that was one of my top 10 worst moments in my life.

Dinner was great, ham and green salad. But still didn't wipe out the memory of the dreaded lunch from my mind. This better be worth it. That's all.

Comments

*trace* said…
Good luck girlies- i did this exact diet once-i couldnt make it past day 4! for me it was the black coffee that killed me-eeuw!and the stinky boiled eggs for lunch that killed my relationships at work -hehe!
hang in there-only 9 more days!

ps-your evil tomatoe pictures scare me
Suze said…
Thanks gorgeous girl, tomorrow is another tomato day, sigh. Not sure if i will sleep tonight.

Ps, that is what a tomato looks like to me. Seriously.

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