Nothing to miss
First for those of you interested in a Suren update, she has apparently moved her kittens (that I have still never seen, but assume exist somewhere) but she is clearly still in my close vicinity. When I am around she comes for two meals a day. And when I am not, I know my sweet neighbor feeds her at least once a day. And I think occasionally more if she comes by. But she is still skinny and wary. And I adore her.
I just want to say that this week I have eaten like a queen. Ribs and meatloaf and tonight a roast that has been cooking for 2 days. Plus sautéed green beans and of course my ice cream and salt and vinegar pork rinds.
God I love to eat. I am so grateful that I still find intense joy in eating almost every day and every meal. Over the past 19 years I have been learning to enjoy the little things. Moments with people and animals and the natural world. Though that is perhaps just aging.
But I never needed to be convinced to love a good meal.
I have a lot on my mind lately. But none of it is about my body, my eating, obsessive food thoughts, or how much I hate myself. Plus I get to eat joyfully and without guilt three times a day. Which is priceless.
I don’t miss sugar or trying and failing to be normal with food. There’s nothing to miss.
onceafatgirl 