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Last Saturday I had a wonderful time at my birthday party. The house was filled with friends bearing fine food. Desserts, desserts, desserts!! (willowhispcame up with a way of remembering how to spell desert and dessert; "Desserts have Sweet Stuff, and deserts just have Sand." Clever kid, huh?) I wish I'd had a chance to talk more with some people, but I was pretty pig-in-the-mud-like the whole evening long. I clearly need to have more parties, some of them with smaller numbers of people so we can have more talking time. There were kids for Will to play with, and several adults (some of whom weren't even parents) sacrificed themselves to frolic with the kids, much to their delight. I felt fortunate to be gifted with such fine company, not to mention the Sweet Stuff they brought me, too; Mara brought french chocolate torte cake, Eric made apple and rumsoaked cherry pies, someone made a yummy chocolate banana pecan bundt cake, and there were chocolate covered strawberries, yummy gingerbread, oatmeal date bars, chocolate pudding cake, and brownies, and, and, and... Surprisingly, nobody drank the sodas and hard lemonade I had in the cooler. I think I need to put a sign on that next time. And as cvirtue suggested, nametags would've been nice. zudensternen helped me organize and prepare and clean up, and party prep caused me to clear some counters I hadn't seen in years. There were enough leftovers that I didn't need to cook until, well...yesterday, actually.
Of course, part of the reason I didn't need to cook was that I got sick. Right now I should be in San Francisco, hanging out in my sister and brother-in-law's mansion with my parents (who are visiting there also), playing with my nephew, (another Will-we call him "little Will" to differentiate him from my Will) and looking out the windows watching the boats sail under the Golden Gate Bridge. Sigh. I was supposed to have left Tuesday evening for a week of sybaritic bliss, but Tuesday morning my stomach woke me with anything but. It must've been a virus because food poisoning doesn't give you a fever, I think, and I had a lowgrade fever, with chills and runs. It wiped me out Tuesday, and even I realized I wouldn't be able to fly out that night, even if I'd been willing to expose my sis's household and my aged parents to more illness after they'd just recovered from some of their own, which I wasn't. zudensternenstayed here until Wednesday to take care of me, for which I was grateful. I was too sick to eat anything Tuesday, and Wednesday I began to feel a little better, but was afraid to eat more than water and rice cake. By Wednesday evening I was beginning to be starving, and there were all those lovely desserts from my party sitting on my counter, that I didn't dare to eat. I sure felt sorry for myself. My stomach still feels tender, but yesterday I finally started to eat real food again, and so far I'm ok. I realize how ingrained my habit of eating is. I must've stopped myself a dozen times Wednesday night from reaching for clementines, or nuts, or raisins, or chocolate, or the desserts on the counter... I've started to use food as a self comforting device. No wonder I'm getting heavier. Of course, I lost 4 pounds last week from being sick. That's not the way I want to lose weight.
Of course, part of the reason I didn't need to cook was that I got sick. Right now I should be in San Francisco, hanging out in my sister and brother-in-law's mansion with my parents (who are visiting there also), playing with my nephew, (another Will-we call him "little Will" to differentiate him from my Will) and looking out the windows watching the boats sail under the Golden Gate Bridge. Sigh. I was supposed to have left Tuesday evening for a week of sybaritic bliss, but Tuesday morning my stomach woke me with anything but. It must've been a virus because food poisoning doesn't give you a fever, I think, and I had a lowgrade fever, with chills and runs. It wiped me out Tuesday, and even I realized I wouldn't be able to fly out that night, even if I'd been willing to expose my sis's household and my aged parents to more illness after they'd just recovered from some of their own, which I wasn't. zudensternenstayed here until Wednesday to take care of me, for which I was grateful. I was too sick to eat anything Tuesday, and Wednesday I began to feel a little better, but was afraid to eat more than water and rice cake. By Wednesday evening I was beginning to be starving, and there were all those lovely desserts from my party sitting on my counter, that I didn't dare to eat. I sure felt sorry for myself. My stomach still feels tender, but yesterday I finally started to eat real food again, and so far I'm ok. I realize how ingrained my habit of eating is. I must've stopped myself a dozen times Wednesday night from reaching for clementines, or nuts, or raisins, or chocolate, or the desserts on the counter... I've started to use food as a self comforting device. No wonder I'm getting heavier. Of course, I lost 4 pounds last week from being sick. That's not the way I want to lose weight.