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Friday, July 11, 2003 AMNESIAwhy is it that when i step foot on a plane or go out of town, it’s so easy for me to break my eating and exercise regiment ? it’s as though i’ve been given a free pass to go buck wild. also forgotten is the fact that i don’t smoke cigarettes anymore, a fact you’d never know by the billowing smoke coming from my hotel window. yes, smoking is still permitted practically everywhere in ISRAEL, and by the seventh day of being there, i couldn’t resist anymore. i’ve been told that i use cigarettes as a “transitional object”, the same way a child would hold on to a blanket or a teddy bear as the child makes the transition from being a baby to a kindergartner. the transition feels less traumatic by holding on to a piece of what i’m leaving behind. i guess i use food the same way. LAST CALL my agent had returned from ISRAEL the week before we arrived there, and he strongly urged us to try a falafel when we got there. i love falafels and i’ve eaten some of the best tasting falafels that NEW YORK CITY has to offer. i thought, how in the world could you improve on perfection ? well, the answer came right in my mouth. i honestly couldn’t believe how much better the falafels over there tasted. the seasonings seemed heightened, more flavorful and the oil felt lighter, cleaner. an hour later, when we returned to relive the falafel nirvana, we suddenly realized that SHABATT had begun and that we couldn’t get anymore hot food until the next evening, when the sabbath was over. i suddenly got that same feeling i used to get when i learned that “last call” had already been given at the bar, but i somehow didn’t hear it. that feeling only made me want a drink even more, only this time, i was jonesing for a hot falafel. oh, the sheer devastation and utter disappointment. i was afraid for myself, not knowing what i would do or how far i would go, just to get a hot falafel in my mouth. . | Permalink 2009 RuCo, Inc.—All Rights Reserved |
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