Every so often I check in with my body on various issues. It is good to converse with one's body at times.
Me: So, body, what's going on?
Body: Liked the Indian/Punjabi food today, but it wasn't as good as the first meal we ate in that restaurant.
Me: Isn't that always the way? When they open, they're really good, but then they cut back and start economizing.
Body: I missed their tandoori chicken. Last time it was to die for. Or to live for.
Me: Body, isn't it amazing the way different people develop different tastes for things?
Body: People would have to be crazy not to like that tandoori chicken.
Me: Body, not everyone likes what you like. Different strokes for different folks.
Body: I want that tandoori chicken.
Me: Well, maybe next time we go, they'll have it again.
Body: Why is it that everything good has to come to an end? First, Hydrox cookies. Then the Kabab King buffet in Jackson Heights. Now, tandoori chicken in Indian Villa.
Me: You forgot the chocolate bells in Snowflake Bakery.
Body: I didn't forget. I just didn't want to be sad thinking of them.
Me: You know the song, Body. "There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams in plenty.." (Joni Mitchell, The Circle Game)
Body: Yes, that's true, sort of. Something goes, but something new comes along.
Me: So true, Body. Remember? You thought you wouldn't like any of the machines in the gym, but you loved the Cross Trainer.
Body: Yeah! I couldn't believe it. It was actually fun.
Me: See? So remember. Newness does happen, contrary to what those depressing people say about there being nothing new under the sun. There is always something new.
Body: I'll keep trying to remember.