When Fiber Attacks

My bowl finally empty, I smugly plopped on the couch to watch the morning news. Twenty minutes later I heard my daughter wake up and started getting up to get her. Stabbing pain shot through my gut. For the rest of the morning, I couldn't stand up straight. I had to walk bent in half if I needed to go anywhere at all and my stomach felt like it was full of screwdrivers. As I lay on the couch groaning and muttering, "too...much...fiber..." my husband sent me those why-did-I-marry-a-crazy-lady looks and shook his head.
My urge to snack was definitely reduced. Lunchtime came and went. My husband made himself a delicious looking sandwich and tried to convince me to have some. I just groaned. Fiber had finally gotten the best of me. I would never be hungry again.
A word to the wise, fiber can kill. At least, 80% of it in one bowl can. If any of you are as die-hard as I am about getting your daily dose of pebbles, check out this Fiber One promo from Eat Better America. They are giving away their cereal with 57% of your daily fiber in it. I've never heard of anything with that much fiber. I can't imagine what would happen if you accidentally took a few extra bites. But I fully intend to sign up for my free sample of their gravel and see what happens. One bowl a day and I'd be set. For those of you fiber virgins, my advice is to start slow and work your way up. Your gut and spouse will thank you.
I wish I had a great link to a poem about fiber to put here. But I don't. Here's my poem instead:
When you think the world is gray
eat fiber.
When your hairdo just won't stay
eat fiber.
A cup, a bowl, a fondue pot
of pebbly crunchies, cold or hot
You'll never give that cake a thought
when fiber fills your soul.
I know, it's beautiful. You didn't know I was a poet, did you?
Comments
And to my anonymous heckler, Yes, I'm a genius idiot. But I bet I'm more regular that you. And who is the "Sarah" you speak of? Strange times.
Oh, but the poem is inspiring.
"my husband sent me those why-did-I-marry-a-crazy-lady looks and shook his head."
Oh the pain and suffering!!