I freaked my son out last week. For perhaps the first time ever, I opted for the broccoli instead of the fried shrimp at the mediocre Chinese restaurant where we were eating. Will was incredulous: "I'm not believing what I'm seeing. What is going on here? You're really serious about this diet stuff, aren't you, Dad?" I'm even freaking myself out with my fervent embrace of (gasp) vegetables. We're talking about way more than broccoli here. We're talking carrots and green beans and even bok choy. My appetite is a bok choy-seeking missile. Do you know what it's like to eat the bok choy and leave the pork alone? This is more than a sea change. It's an appetite transplant....
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