the book i just finished on intuitive eating pretty much confirms for me the wisdom i've felt all along - eat what you want until you're full. i am fortunate that i don't have a particularly sweet tooth - that salty foods like pretzels are more to my liking - and that writing seems to burn up an inordinate amount of calories.
perhaps its appropriate i woke up thinking about food. i have apples to use up, bananas to possibly make into bread. i have sweet-potatoes from dinner last night in just the right amount for sweet potato muffins. i have chicken breasts in the refrigerator that must be either cooked or frozen.
i have a brunch to plan for sunday.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.