Five simple words.  Host some parties and it becomes almost robotic.  It’s the polite thing to ask.  Of course I would like some cake.  Or girl scout cookies at the office.  Or a piece of pizza.  Or a slice of ice cream cake.  Except now I know that the answer to that question is “no thank you”.  But sometimes, when I see everybody else enjoying the festivities and food, I just stand there, with my mouth hanging open, silent.  Then when the silence is one millisecond too long, the person who asked the question realizes that they wish they hadn’t asked and this uncomfortable exchange involving my frustration and the other person’s awkward feelings plays out.  I’m still trying to figure out what I can and can’t eat, and reeling from the mistakes I make that leave me feeling sick more often than not.  But so much of celebration and gathering in our culture involves food and communal eating.  When you can’t eat what everyone else does, you’re kind of the loner.

I need to learn how to answer the cake question and stay part of the party.  I could say I’m on a diet.  And nobody would believe me.  I could say I just ate, until I have to spend more than 2 hours in one place (thus refuting the “I’m on a diet” explanation).  I think I might have to go web surfing when I have time and see what other people have had to say about this one.

For anyone who wonders, I really don’t care if you eat the cake in front of me.  I don’t  even care if you ask me if I want some.  I just want to be a part of the party.