Mortification.

Utter mortification.  And shame.  “Hang-down-your-head, Tom Dooley” kind of shame.That’s what The Mister experiences every time he goes to the grocery store.  And he’s the one who always goes to the store because the foot can’t handle all that walking.  Alas.Ultimately, his mortification is all my fault.  It’s not his. Not even remotely.  And yet he’s the one who pays the price.See, “Big Sal”, as I was once known, only eats white food.   The mere glimpse of green, yellow or red food is dietetic anathema for me.  This immediately excludes nearly all fruits and vegetables.  Okay, you say, bananas are basically white.  Yes, they are but remember this:  they started off green.  There’s no way I can un-see that.Fruits and vegetables flaunt their gaudy colors.  There are RED delicious apples.  GREEN grapes.  PINK grapefruits.  YELLOW squash.  ORANGES don’t even bother with all that.  They just went straight for the jugular.Due to my affliction, our shopping cart continues to look just as unhealthy as it really is. It’s white.  All white.  People stare and we know what they’re thinking.   How can they live like that?  Don’t they know they should eat their fruits and vegetables?  A colorful diet is a healthy diet.  They would surely live longer if they ate that way.I’ve recently learned that there is something called WHITE asparagus.  I’ll put it on the shopping list this week.  Maybe. Change is hard for older people.  And, somehow, some way, despite the white-food diet, we’ve attained that status.  Go figure.