At the end of his life, my grandpa subsisted on 2 pints of strawberry banana yoplait yogurt and a pack of Coors light a day. What dietary hell will you fall into?

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    My grandpa drank 14 cans of Diet Pepsi and a box of Milkbone dog treats when he had the Alzheimer’s.

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    When I’m senile? Ice cream sandwiches. I’d have forgotten I’m lactose intolerant, God be with the poor soul taking care of me.

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    Obligatory OP comment:

    I’d probably drink PBR Xtra and the Cookies and Cream ice cream from Aldi all day and then croak.

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      That’s one of the few gluten laced things I will gladly sacrifice for. I boil the seasoning right in the water and add garlic and Asian hot spices in it.

      Feel like shit for it- but WORTH IT!

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    Sometimes being my flavor of neuro divergent really sucks lmao. I do not have a favorite food. I don’t even really have a favorite flavor. I don’t even like to drink coffee multiple days a week, which is why I have a cabinet with 30 odd types of teas and tisanes.

    I don’t even have a favorite texture or flavor profile of food. I definitely prefer bitter and spicy to sweet, but that’s about it. And I find the act of eating comforting in itself, but I have nothing I can point to as a comfort food.

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    I’d hope I get stuck on Drumstick ice cream with the hard shell chocolate

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    The only thing any workingmam needs for any meal is a nice hot pasty.

    Give me that and a drink or two, I shall die happy as my forebears before me.