Two days in a row – I’m back on track after travel and visitor diversions from my daily writing pleasure. Along with it is the running, that was particularly difficult today. Both a very therapeutic routines to start my day, even though swimming was once part of the process. I guess I’m waiting for warmer weather, despite a good sweat this morning. My legs could also feel the strain of Chair Yoga, as I tried to work out a knot in my left calf. It feels good to relax in my office chair, hovered over the keyboard. 

I have admittedly not been supportive of my wife’s passion for cooking. Eating for me seems to be more a disruption of my schedule than a pleasurable experience. Shaky hands and a lack of appetite make me cranky at the dinner table. Food falls off my fork and I have to grip a drink with both hands. Eating makes me more conscious of these annoying inconveniences. I took often take for granite the fact that she works hard to make these delicious meals for an ingrate like me. Dinner guests are always more enamored with her delicious dishes, obviously important feedback that she needs. I tend to wolf things down and am still not used to eating a sit-down lunch every day, preferring to snack instead. Sweets tend to be the only appealing part of my innutritious diet. Even pizza, once an absolute favorite, tastes bland – maybe I need to add M&Ms rather than pepper flakes. 

I made the stupid mistake of complaining about being served two sandwiches instead of one yesterday for lunch, when I rarely raise a finger to help. “Just don’t eat it,” was her remark, when I hate to leave anything but a clean plate. I’m like a spoiled brat in retirement! Food is just not my thing while it’s her hobby – the more the merrier! Trying new dishes, shopping for groceries, collecting recipes, and even serving me somehow makes her happy. My only saving grace is that I will try and finish anything, regardless of her disappointment with how it turned out. I need to be more complimentary and appreciative of her phenomenal work, but I stumble once in a while. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you!