Dear corn

Dear corn, 
shall I compare my love for thee to a summer's day? No, I shall not. I will compare my love for thee to ex boyfriends that are hard to get over. Corn you're a bad habit. You're an addiction. I tell myself you're no good for me and that it's over. But then a few days go by and I start missing you. I try to live without you for weeks, but it still feels as though you're in my system.
Cravingly,
Keturah

Guilt and Pita Bread

Guilt and Pita Bread: I have a confession - I had some corn these past few weeks. I think there may have been some corn derived products in the delicious indian street food I got a few weekends ago. Additionally, I found out there was maltodextrin in the whole grain pita bread my mom gave me with a garden salad when she picked me up from Greyhound bus station. I was extra hungry on both occasions so I dug in without questioning the contents of my food. So, it has not been a year of no corn for me yet. I am learning so much along the way, though. In the spirit of openness I wanted to share that I had not entirely stuck with my plan. Here's to even more excessive label reading and questioning. Cheers.

P. S. I swear my skin is already looking happier because of my new almost totally corn free life style