I helped a friend move today and in exchange he bought me lunch. We went to a local all-you-can-eat and I am still suffering. Even though I didn't pay I still felt after my second plate of too-much-food that I wasn't getting my money's worth. I almost had desert, which now as I sit with heartburn I am quite glad I did not indulge in it. In my head I am still a teenager, right about that age where I realized that I was an actual human being doing things in the world, and sometimes forget to treat my body like the thirty two years it has on it. A bit of overeating would once cause a few hours of discomfort, but now it not only lasts longer but has deeper consequences. It's hard to play with a child when your heart is ablaze.
And yet I still feel like I might not have gotten my money's worth.