Snoqualmie

Bobbly bobbly bob.

I freely admit that I am a gluttonous foodie. Gluttonous foodyism is the main reason that I go through life with a cookie in my hand at all times and start planning dinner as soon as lunch is over. But you may be surprised to hear that it isn't the only reason that I do so.

I had today off of work and resolved to spend it preparing for tomorrow's riverine madness. I had a leisurely breakfast around 10:00, puttered around the house for a bit, and then left a little after 2 to find floaty water accessories and picnic lunch ingredients. I toyed with the idea of having a snack before I left (four whole hours since breakfast, after all!), but dismissed it. Off I went to Walgreens and Berkeley Bowl, both a mile from my house. An hour or so later I was triumphantly heading home, laden with the fruits of my successful mission: three inflatable swim rings and twenty pounds of juice and soymilk and produce.

I should mention at this point that exercise is good for you. It works well with gluttonous foodyism: you eat delicious food, then you use it all up walking to the grocery store, so then you get to eat more delicious food. So I, and my loot, were on foot and using up my breakfast like crazy.

That is why, when I got home at a quarter to four, I put down my grocery bags, took off my backpack, and stood in the middle of the study with my ears ringing and the floor swaying gently underneath me. It's also why when I picked up a bottle of water to drink from it, my hands were shaking so hard that I could hear the bottle rattling against my teeth. My ears are still ringing ever so faintly, and I've been sitting down eating couscous for the last half hour. Mars needs women, and Dianna needs blood sugar.

Oh, but if you saw me dragging my bags into the bathroom a few minutes ago? That wasn't dementia brought on by lack of sugar. That was me weighing my groceries so I could tell you all exactly how much I was carrying. That's raw journalistic honesty right there.