Laughing and crying

The best days are those in which I can laugh a lot and be moved to tears at least once. This morning's tears came early from the post Ricky Loved Madonna at Joe.My.God. Joe writes beautifully and this post is about loss and remembrance and death and living.

So what has this to do with food? weight? all of that? I think I've used food for years as a way to escape feelings of various kinds. It's been a drug for sadness, pain, those lonesome feelings that will hit on a Sunday afternoon at 4 pm or a Friday at midnight. That I can feel this is magic and I love it. Being clean and free and wholly alive is a blessing.