My life is just full to the brim, bountiful all the way down and all the way up. I’ve never gone hungry, I pray not to. Living at home I eat pretty much what I like, as long as it is Abby approved for our health. But I don’t feel especially limited. If I wanted to go get Fruity Pebbles I could, I just don’t want to. 

When visiting family, be they mine in Burlington or hers in Massachusettes, the bounty is taken to another level. Hor d'eouvres, drinks, food, the whole thing is at another gluttonous level. Don’t get me wrong, it’s pretty great, but I also sort have a headache and I know I’m dehydrated. 

I’ve never been the most in touch with my body and what it does and does not enjoy, but I’m trying to get better. And knowing what I know now, I realize how incredibly sensitive I am, I’m a boy who needs a routine, I need it simple and the same. Divergence from the norm, even a little bit, can leave me feeling pretty sideways, and I have a hard time saying no when it’s friends and family foisting a good time. 

Maybe I’ll fast while I’m down here, we’ve got a week. I ought to fast twice in that time. I think I will tomorrow.