My doctor told me I needed more fiber the last time I talked to her. You can generally at least sort of imagine for what, I don’t think I need to get into it. She particularly recommended dried fruit cos there’s more fiber per ounce than with regular fruit and it’s easy to persuade people to eat dried fruit. Anyhows, today, we went to Berkeley Bowl to buy fruit and a couple other things cos you know, what with two big visiting-family trips back to back, our fridge is pretty empty (although the freezer is still half full, thanks mum:)!). With my doctor’s advice in mind, we stopped by the bulk section to pick out some fruit:
There’s two kinds of dried apricot (one identified as being from California, one from USA; one with color preservative, one without), dried pears (which I didn’t even know existed), and dried plums (which are different from prunes, who knew). Clearly I’m not edumacated about dried fruit.
The problem is, I put some in front of me, and even though I’m not hungry, they’re in front of me, and I find myself absent-mindedly reaching over to eat. Well, I mean, it’s ok, right? The doctor said I should eat this stuff. It’s good for me! Aaaarrrrggghhhh. The other bags are on a bookshelf, and now I’ve closed up this bag of apricots, and I’ve pushed them back further away from me, and I’m going to stop now, yes.