Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Today was the General's 65th birthday at work, and as is customary, we celebrated with cake and pizza. Yes, he's a real retired 4-star general and one of a handful of African American's to achieve that rank. Not only that, but he's really nice, a great senior leader, and he calls me "AJ". The pizza was good and the cake was delicious, but within 30 minutes of finishing my meal I felt the first pang of sugar shock. I've noticed in the last couple of years that I just can't handle that much sugar like I used to. I get a queasy feeling and the slight shakes. I just can't enjoy my Friday morning donuts like I did in my youth when I used to eat a "black cat" - chocolate glazed filled with custard - from Montgomery Donuts. Of course, guess what I'm having for dinner - crepes with the Jaycees. I just can't stay away from the sugar!