Coffee and Breakfast

December 31, 2017

This is what I was thinking, Coffee and Breakfast will be one of my regular postings.  I will write in food to share my thoughts, for those like me who are at present unable to create their own diet, meal plans, dining experience, menu, or grocery list, and are simply missing the joy of food, breaking bread, and sharing it with loved ones, family, and friends.

This is not a special New Year’s Eve for me, this morning all I can manage is water.  A pitcher of ice-cold water, and nothing else.  My bad belly feels like a medicine ball has been lodged where my intestines should be, my whole body is bloated and swollen, so I am miserable.  I want to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my face, and just die.  I am so miserable.  I can’t even manage coffee today.  It is a bad, bad, bad, day for me.

Do not even get me started on my underwear situation.  You will hear more from me later on the matter.  I mention it only to get it out, so that it is known how miserable I am.

Perhaps another day I will feel better, more like my old self again, and not like some caricature of someone else’s idea of a character that does not even resemble me in any way shape or form, and I will be able to give of myself through writing in food.

Unfortunately, I cannot give you anything more today.

I hope everyone else will be able to celebrate New Year’s with a kiss, I will not.  Just like every year anymore.  It’s been decades since I’ve had a man to kiss.  How depressing.  For a woman like me forced to live the rest of her life alone.  How long can that last?  Of course my opinions have changed about people given that fact.