I wonder what a slug feels. I was going to begin this post with “I feel like a slug today,” but thought better of it, because I do not know how a slug really feels, and I believe it disrespectful to malign an already bullied mollusc.
So I will begin anew. I am eliminating sugar and its substitutes from the main part of my diet. This includes “heart-healthy chocolate” after lunch and dinner and honey in my tea. I know in my bones that this is healthier for me in the long run, and it is indeed helping to moderate many high and low mood swings. It feels good to actually put into practice what I only half-heartedly tried in the past. Until today. I have not yet capitulated to my body’s memory of sweet tea and chocolate, however I miss these small pleasures that became indulgences that became so addictive. It’s very cold outside and difficult to keep the heat up inside these old walls at a reasonable level therefore making days like today seem like there is more to do than I can keep up with. And no chocolate or honeyed chamomile to savor.
Where am I going with this thread? Well, I cannot say that I feel like a slug even though I do, I cannot sit with a honeyed cup of tea, and I cannot enjoy a piece of incredibly rich dark velvety chocolate in between all the stuff I have to do. Feeling sorry for myself – you bet but still choosing not to succumb until the bittersweet longing releases its hold on me. At that point I can and will enjoy a piece of chocolate for simply the incredibly decadent taste of it.
we linger longer on days
the wind whips
the chocolate factory fumes
in our direction homeward
ag ~ 2014