Maybe eight months is the magical amount of time because right now I feel like I could continue to eat this way indefinitely. Cheese has lost a lot of appeal for me and most kinds now seem overly fermented and gross. A lot of foods and beverages taste too sweet, so I pass them up. My digestive system is more sensitive than ever to bread and pasta (they cause me stomach aches), so I don't want much of them. And grains like corn and rice kind of feel like non-foods that don't make me feel full or satisfied, so what's the point of eating them? (I never developed a coffee or alcohol habit.)
So, this could be it: at the age of 49 I'm going to become more boring than ever. I'll only date men who are comfortable with a woman who doesn't drink alcohol, "getting a cup of coffee" will strictly be a metaphor for me, I'll lose all interest in dessert menus and my friends will grow impatient with me because I'll never be in the mood for pizza or an ice cream cone.
I'll also have to be careful not to become (more) insufferable. I'd better train myself to never talk about food, ever. If anyone asks me why I'm not eating what everyone else is eating, I'll give a non-answer and then change the subject. When I need to say how great I feel without dairy or wheat in my diet, I'll contain my remarks to this blog (where everyone can ignore me if they want). This might be my new lifestyle, if I can manage it: eating a completely un-American diet while never saying a word about it.