Drew’s diet of popcorn was taking its toll.
The popcorn itself was tasty, initially. But after a few weeks, he didn’t want to go near movie theatres, or eat anything with corn syrup, or have anything corn-related. Just the smell of popped corn made him ill.
He had lost a few pounds, but the butter he added to it had clogged his arteries, doing a year’s worth of damage in just a few weeks. It was surprising he didn’t have a heart attack.
And the salt. The salt left him dried, desiccated. He retained so much water, and he was constantly thirsty.
The diet of popcorn was not a wise idea. Drew stopped it, and started writing the book.