Just a little April Fool's tease.
However, I must say that being in the home stretch has made it that much harder for me to eat a completely nutrient dense diet! Obviously, veganism is no sweat, but staying true to Dr. Fuhrman's playbook to squeeze every last ounce out of me before May 1 is proving difficult.
Case in point: this morning I did not go for breakfast until 10:30 or 11:00. By then the cafe was preparing for lunch so there was no fruit, and no oatmeal. I went to Green Symphony on 43rd Street next to the old New York Times building and across the street from where once stood one of the greatest bars in NYC, a dusty place called Gough's - the bar, and the building are long gone, but my memories are still fresh. I learned how to drink at Gough's back in 1993-94, and how to be a New Yorker by the men behind the stick who first started bartending there in 1947. I think of that place every time I walk by and I dream of my "good old days" until I remind myself that that was when I first started to eat and drink without a care in the world to its healthiness. The memories may be rose-colored, but the actions were like toiling in the minor leagues before my eventual big league heart disease.