Perhaps the worst part of the visit to the nutritionist was learning I had to give up peanut butter.
It apparently compounded my digestive trouble ... Wait a minute, why am I euphemizing that? Seems that the Good Kind of Bitter is nothing if not up front.
Apparently, peanut butter aggravates my constipation. It also contains some toxin, the nutritionist said. I take that with a grain of salt because she said all peanut butter does except organic. Not sure what the FDA would say about that, but whatever.
I have eaten peanut butter and jelly for lunch for years. It is cheap, easy and good.
Oh, well. I'll miss you PB&J.
Friday, March 18, 2011
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3 comments:
without peanut butter, i'd starve to death
mtc
So far Marietta is giving you good fodder for blog posts. Sorry about the peanut butter.
sdt
I miss it! And several more nutritionist posts are simmering.
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