Blergh

So it has happened. For the first time in my adult life, I have voluntarily eaten a quarter of a raw tomato, and two forkfuls of tuna fish. It was hanging over my head the whole day, with people at work laughing at me for it, and my wife sending "hilarious" messages throughout the day designed to make me panic. The worst news was on the way home, when I called home to find out that she had already eaten a quarter of a pepper. Two things sprang to my mind. Firstly that I had wanted to suffer together, and secondly: A quarter!!! Seriously! I had imagined tiny bites to begin with, working up to a quarter in a week or two. I still can't believe she set the bar that high.
So I got home, and naturally procrastinated for a bit, but managed to get my head into the game about 15 minutes later. I've never felt so nervous, and it took some serious nerve (and heckling and abuse from my wife) for me to take the first bite. The result of day one is that I still hate both of them. I almost couldn't swallow the tuna for gagging, and the tomato was possibly the worst taste I've ever had. This is going to be one long month...