With this illness my food expenditures have certainly shrunk. Instead of my big, Saturday morning coffee shop breakfast of Eggs Benedict or bacon and eggs, I had a spare, Sunday Belgium waffle brunch, no meat, which naturally cost less. I slipped away to the movies Sunday afternoon and had no sweets, not even Twizzlers.
I think I'm on my way back to healthy, but then I've thought that before so I have to take it slow. Over the last three weeks I've learned how important food is to me. My friend John is already worried that I won't be able to drink at this weekend's Cubs Convention. Naturally I'd like to have a beer (and, as the song says, peanuts and Cracker Jack), but not at the expense of my fragile gut.
I want to be better. I'm so tired of this. I really want to be better!