This post, quite possibly, explains why I'm gaining back lost weight - although if I could exercise any sort of moderation, it wouldn't actually be a problem. I've somehow lost that ability lately.
I have a small group of friends that gathers on an irregular basis to eat cookie dough, Bloomin' Onions, pizza, and other foods that should not be consumed with any regularity. We also toss back glasses of prosecco - and since three of the four of us now live within walking distance, the prosecco tossing has increased.
We gather in honor of friendship, support, and love.
There have been tears in this group over the years - oh, have there been tears. Break-ups, put back togethers, deaths of beloved pets, worries over my babies, and now the coming death of a dad.
I wonder, does the eating of junk food and immediate forgiveness for it somehow create a little bit of love, the notion that we're all in this together-- human and imperfect? Or does the love in the room just take away all the negative feelings that would normally be associated with these indulgences?
What I don't wonder about is the healing power of it all.
Much love and thanks friends,
Day 1. The All Night Sewing Spree
Day 2. Package from a Friend
Day 3. For the Love of the Game
Day 4. Always There
Day 5. Ups and Downs
Day 6. Siblings
Day 7. Football and Money
Day 8. Theater
Day 9. Young Friends
Day 10. Playing Catch
Day 11. The Ugly Scarf
Day 12. I Love You
Day 13. Every Row
Day 14. You Look Good