the miracle of food-borne illness

I'm happy (and maybe perplexed) to report that ever since my ickly sicklies of nearly two weeks ago, my obsessive relationship to nuts and nut butter has not returned. This is what happens when you get sick eating a food that holds so much power over you. Power, gone. I mean, I can look at cashews or walnuts or almonds or even almond butter and know they aren't peanuts/ peanut butter, but it's all a bit too close, and so I just kind of shake my head and move on.
No doubt this perspective is temporary -- but I'll take the moderation/abstinence while it lasts...

hanging/on

Last night was the first night that I could really feel Spring trying to squeeze back in. It was mild(ish), sunny, and not-so-damp. Strange, how the body craves it. I can feel my inner urge to shift to lighter food, to more activity, to not working so damned hard at staying warm.

Let it come. Bring it on. I'm ready. So ready.