If you have been reading my responses to the Mama Kat Writing Workshop prompts, you will have caught on to the fact that I throw the numbers one through five into a random number generator, and whatever number comes up I write to the corresponding prompt (unless there is something I must write about. I have to admit, I originally threw out the first option given to me (Describe the worst diet you ever put yourself on), but that left me at “10 reasons I’m glad it’s fall,” and I’m not in an “autumn is a miracle” mood right now. Our first family rounds or pre-algebra homework have pretty much done away with that quaint “back to schol” vibe.
Even though I can’t name something like “the grapefruit diet,” “Atkins,” or the “South Beach” diet as a “worst” for me, the images that kept popping up in my head brought me back to the topic. Images from my disordered high school eating habits:
I ate so many carrots, because they had minimal calories, the the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet turned orange (but I had great visual acuity, for what that’s worth!).