Frosted Shredded Wheat for All Three Meals

I am on a diet, apparently, one of those in which you eat nothing but the same thing again for every meal. And so it is frosted shredded wheat--fresh snow powdered on all the browning crusty grasses. For breakfast this morning, I looked out the window in order to eat it as it coated the frost-toasted ground and everything else. For lunch, I heard it patter about me in its cold sweetness. For supper, I enjoyed the taste even as I felt it blowing through my sweater and bouncing against me like the spitballs of some imp. Is it sustainable, I ask, or is it just a fad diet come to yo-yo my clothing weight and my emotions in their preparation for the winter to come? As yet, the research results are inconclusive. I only know that I have eaten well today, and that it has been delicious.