I really think it’s a sign of age when you realize that you can’t eat anywhere as much as you used to before. Tonight, my best friend and I had cheap, delicious hand-pulled noodles Henan-style at Spicy Village, then proceeded to Kung Fu Tea for hot taro bubble tea and shared half-off egg custard tarts from Manna House Bakery. And I felt so stuffed that I couldn’t really sleep very well. Actually, it took me three hours to fall asleep. And then I woke up feeling sluggish and disgusting.
Once upon a time, that would not have been that much food. But when lying in bed, I could just feel the food sitting there, sticking to my stomach, making me regret getting that bubble tea (but not the noodles or egg tart). Oh, age.