an open space

evenings at pismo pier

meals
It's a bit ironic, because words like "portion control", and ideas, like eating cake in the middle of the night, are things I worry little about. So a day like today: a national holiday to spend time with family and over-eat guilt-free is something I love to participate in.

Yet, this morning, I ate nothing before putting on my cleats to play flag football with old family friends at VVA, laughing and running myself winded all over the field. I came back home 2 hours later, around 11am, to my grandma cooking in the kitchen, announcing the turkey was almost done roasting in the oven, and thanksgiving lunch was going to be served at 1pm. I hadn't eaten all day and have had problems since birth with asthma/post nasal drip/odd indigestion. So my grandma told me to eat part of a leftover pastrami sandwich left in the fridge, as a "snack". I ate a quarter of it, and threw my guts up, so much so, that towards the end, I felt as though it was straight stomach acid slopping into the toilet bowl; with it also coming out of my nose, finding chunks of food in the tissue as I blew my nose later on. Exhausted, I brushed my teeth, blurry-eyed, and collapsed on the couch and fell asleep, sleeping through thanksgiving dinner.

Despite that sad story, preventing me from eating another big meal, my family biked to the beach, and I made plans for a bonfire with Jason and breakfast with Amy and Nikki at Sally Loooo's, and took these pictures at the pier, and swung on the swings in the cold CA beach air with my mom and Chris and Jacob G. Alane and Mia called on a whim and said they're heading up as we speak, and I love the warmth and company of those who know everything about you, and love you anyways.