Another day, another indulgence. I’m now having an even more odd reaction to meals eaten out, as I imagine each as my last opportunity to fully enjoy large quantities and varieties of favorite items.Of all places, my husband and I took our good friends Zoe and Dennis to the Casino buffet (you see, we had free points that needed to be used up!) for the feast of the century. Dennis struggles with weight issues, and can rival me in both appetite and sad tales of prejudice and woe related to emotional baggage and effect on self-esteem. Truth be told, his wife Zoe confided in me earlier this week that she hoped I’d tell Dennis my intentions, to get him thinking too of the possibility of bariatric surgery to address his problem. Not surprisingly, although supportive and respectful to my stories, Dennis exhibited some defensiveness and anger when Zoe tried to draw such connections for him. Sadly, I think I understand both sides.
Oh, and God, the buffet was good! It’s hard to imagine how life would be without such shameful indulgences. Does this mean I’m not really ready, or is this a normal reaction? Dare I assume the psychologist can help me understand this better?
January 9th, 2009 | 
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