Frank and I are having a party. We are having cupcakes. He is baking his chocolate cupcakes from a mix at his place on Maui, and I am buying a chocolate cupcake from Kick Ass Cupcakes in Davis Square, Somerville, MA. I will bring the cupcake home, and then we will eat our cupcakes together at our respective homes.
Frank has always wanted me to eat chocolate cake when I celebrate something. He had suggested it for my birthday, but that didn’t happen. I was in McLean Hospital on my birthday this past January. My birthday sucked. Even the staff at McLean forgot to get me a cake. Not that I would have eaten any. Actually, when they finally remembered the cake, days later…nope…I didn’t eat any. And no, it wasn’t chocolate, not that that would have made a difference. I have spent a number of birthdays in hospitals.
But now, we are celebrating something new and special: Frank is legally changing his name. He is keeping Frank and changing his middle and last names. The name change should go through very soon, and when it does, we will have the name-change cupcake party.
It is also the beginning of spring, of rebirth. Snow is melting, and in case you were wondering: yes, it does snow in Hawaii. Even though it hasn’t dipped under freezing very much lately, we still have a huge pile of snow back in the patio where I can see it from my living room window. What a view. It will take till mid-May to melt it all. But now, the time of the name-change, can be the starting point of this melting.
It is the time to welcome in a new, fresh way of seeing the world, to cast off old ways, and to step into the sun. It is the time to be strong and healthy. It is the time to run like we’ve never run before, whether the wind is behind us or against us, because it is always within us. It is the time that our age will not stop us from living our lives. It is the time to be happy.
I am not going to worry about how many calories are in the cupcake. I will set my eating disorder aside. I will set aside all negativity I have around “junk food.” There is no “junk food.” There is good food out there. There is food in every flavor you can imagine, some food in interesting shapes, food wrapped up in boxes, food with candles, food with funny names you can’t pronounce, food you drink or slurp, food that melts in your mouth, and food that melts everywhere and gets all over your clothes and makes you laugh.
So why should “fattening” come into the picture? What creep invented the fact that if you eat certain foods in certain quantities, you will “gain weight” and “get fat”? What a concept! It is time to change the name of “Diet” to “Die.” Let’s just kill it, okay? Maybe we should change “Weigh In” to “No Way In.” Because very, very soon I’m going to barge my way into Kick Ass Cupcakes and buy that chocolate cupcake and bring it home and eat it with Frank. And we are going to have a grand celebration.