I love popcorn.  I love popcorn that is fresh and buttery. I usually keep a handle on my love for popcorn and have a handful here and there.  It all ended Thursday and thus has ended my love affair with popcorn forever.  I took the boys to Target so Billy could spend his gift card he got from his Uncle Jeff and Tia Blanca.  I was hungry and the popcorn smelled so good so we got some.  As we walked through the aisles leaving a trail of popcorn, I was enjoying the time with the boys.  Then we got home and there was still half a bag of popcorn left.  Usually Billy will eat the rest or Bill will when he gets home, but not today. No, I ate the rest of the bag.  By 5:00 pm, I was feeling it.  My stomach ached.  I did manage to make it to book club.  Friday morning was tough.  My stomach hurt so bad.  Most of you know that I have Crohn’s disease so eating popcorn is not something I should really be doing, but sometimes you just do it because you want some popcorn.  This time the popcorn did me in.  I am still hurting as those pesky little kernels make their way through my cobblestoned, scarred intestinal tract. (Pretty picture, right?)  After spending way too much time in the bathroom which I already spend too much time in anyway and having my heating pad attached almost the whole day, I have decided to go cold turkey. No more popcorn.  I can’t take the agony.  It’s horrible.   So goodbye Mr. Redenbacher.  Thanks for the memories.