Justin and I were driving back from Disneyland on Tuesday and I wanted to stop and get some fruit on Hwy 5, where there is nothing but cows. We stopped at a gas station and it was awesome because they had dried fruit, dried veggies, nuts, etc. from a semi-local farm. They had a decent selection of dried fruit...cherries, apples, apricots and prunes.
I like prunes. I like them a lot. But for whatever reason, I do not eat them very often (I don't HAVE to, so I enjoy them when I remember how much I enjoy them). And Tuesday, I remembered how much I enjoyed them. But I think I had forgotten about their "effects" on my lower intestines. Prunes apparently effect me in the same way they effect everyone else...why did I think I would be different?
I have learned a very valuable lesson: do not eat 15 prunes while on a road trip. It's just not a smart idea. Especially if you are the type of person who does NOT need the help that prunes so readily provide.
So you would have thought I learned my lesson, right? I have discovered the prunes are my healthy equivalent to a chocolate addiction. I apparently can't help myself when the prunes are around: I just finished off the rest of the prunes this morning, while at work, not in the convenience of my own home. In fact, this short post has taken me about 45 minutes to write, because I keep having to step away from the computer.