... but you don't die. I can hardly imagine how I don't die. I love eating. I don't like running very much but I still do because I want to eat something I love as much as I want to eat. I love cooking but that's because I love to eat what I cook.
Ben posted about a blog entry about the topic: Eating & dining the other day and I read the blog entry today. It really made me think how I am here right now alone in my room. I hadn't dined at home more than a day in a week for more than half a year before I settled my life at where I am now.
I had drunk and eaten what I liked every day, I wasn't nil-by-mouth. But the blog entry realized me why I wasn't happy when I was eating one of the most favorite dishes at home as much as I wanted to eat. I may have eaten something but I never had dined at that time.
For nights I would wake up already focused on that small but heavy glass mug with the ice sliding from it, and the first sip of root beer. I took that sip over and over. The ice slid down across my fingers again and again. But never again.I agree with Ben; the last paragraph is the killer. But I am quoting this other paragraph because I am going to visit Okinawa in a week where you can find and maybe dine on top of, A&W.