Given the problems I’ve had with digestion for the past year and a half it constantly amazes me when I not only eat but I also 1) enjoy it, and 2) don’t have any ill effects.
This weekend I had wine for the first time since January 2006. Not a lot, not even the whole glass they served me at the restaurant, but enough to make me feel daring and like a grown-up. I missed wine.
One little risk that didn’t back fire and I feel like I could take on the world. Is that wrong? I don’t know but I like the way it feels.