This past week, I have been enjoying the taste of the holiday season. A little too much. One my girlfriends is a master baker. My children were too little to remember. Years ago, Auntie Gwen used make one of her creations and I was a happy woman. That happiness returned this week disguised as peanut butter-chocolate pie with an Oreo crust, apple pie, and cheese cake.
I was good. Didn't overdose. Nor did I have a sugar rush. I ate in moderation and shared with my family. Anytime, there was a knock at the front door or a telephone call, the girls asked if it was Auntie Gwen. You should have seen the looks on their faces, when it was her.
Happy faces anxious to see what they could eat next. The occasional argument ensued about who was getting what piece. lol. She was delighted. These moments made us relive our lives before children. As one of my oldest girlfriends (length of tome we have known each other not age), Auntie Gwen still makes these creations, but she can't consume them anymore because of heart disease. She does enjoy cooking for others.
So the girls got to sample all those creations and nobody gained weight. We just ate healthy. It's amazing how wake-up calls regarding your health can change your life. Gwen was always considered about her weight. She taught a reggae aerobics class for years and I look forward to the Saturday morning sessions. Watched what she consumed, but hereditary caught up with her: cancer and heart disease.
It's been a long road back for both of us. We got sick a few weeks apart from each other. We are thankful that we are both here and celebrating birthdays a few days apart. We have committed to check in on each other. And Gwen has used my house as a "safe" haven when work gets crazy.
She has had a few setbacks in her recovery. Wrong medication, allergic reactions, and other things. We both are enjoying life more, but she bought a dog recently. Never thought she'd do it.
Next week, school is back in session. My normal writing schedule comes back. And No more of Gwen's creations for 20 some odd days, but I'm looking forward to January 26th. I know I'll see her: it's my birthday. I also know my sweet tooth will be revived cause she'll have something mouth-watering for me. Chocolate, I hope.
Posted By: Marsha Jones
Thursday, December 30th 2010 at 4:19PM
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