Monday, April 29, 2013
Dear Cream of Wheat,
I know it's 9am, and we have a standing date at this time, every Monday through Friday. You are my mid-morning snack, and I love that you are always there for me.
Ever since I started my pre-op diet, you have been my friend. We have something special, Cream of Wheat. I forgot how much I loved you, until you came back into my life. My mom loved you, too, and she ate you every single morning. At first I was afraid, thinking that you would bring back too many memories for me, but we've been good. You've been warm and filling, and a real boost to helping me keep my calories on track during the work week.
But today, I'm not feeling you. It's not you, it's me. See, it's raining out--and will be raining for some time according to the weather guy, and as I'm learning--when it rains, I get restriction. So when I drank my protien shake this morning with the promise of Cream of Wheat on the horizon--well, I did have every intention of eating you.
I see you looking at me from your styrofoam cup, all warm and ready to go down. And I feel bad that I brought you on deck, only to send you back to the dugout.
Please forgive me, Cream of Wheat. I will always love you...just not today.