I made hot chocolate with milk, not water, this afternoon. This tastes immeasurably better. It’s sweet, frothy and rich. Thick with calcium and protein and sugar, all things I need.
I take a sip and feel the tiny chocolate grains on my tongue, between my teeth. I remind myself they will not reappear tomorrow morning as a layer of flesh on my ribs.
This hot chocolate is just a drink. Not a trick or an enemy or medicine. Just something to sip on a chilly Friday afternoon.