It feels like a level of betrayal by my body. After the delightful explosions of flavor leave my pleasure pallet my system signals disapproval. How can that be the case with so many God created forms of sustenance? Shouldn't it be over after 25 years...hasn't my body realized it has been wrong to reject these pleasures, these gifts? Why must I love food so much and be denied the freedom of experiencing joy with these libations and victuals. My relationship with food is tumultuous at best these days. Argh, one day I will be able to dance and play freely in the wonder that is food. Can't wait to get to Heaven to eat, drink and be merry.
check out this link, craye-hey-Zaye....
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Aye, sister. My feelings exactly. Oh, what a day that will be when we will truly enjoy a sabbath feast! Come, Lord, come!
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