Friday, November 26, 2010
There's got to be a morning after
I think the amount of butter and cream that came into this house and was consumed yesterday is probably illegal. And, if not, it probably should be.
We probably consumed enough sugar to support the sugar cane industry in the entire Global South.
And surely, the sweet potato industry got a real boost yesterday, just from our family alone.
Here's the thing: I want to know why it is that it takes me 3-4 weeks to lose five pounds but I can gain back those same five pounds overnight after Thanksgiving Day.
It just doesn't make any sense.
Instead of "Black Friday," I think the day after Thanksgiving should be called "Fat Friday."
Just as "Fat Tuesday" is observed on the eve of Ash Wednesday and the start of Lent, perhaps "Fat Friday" can be cultural precursor of the Season of Advent. Which, believe it or not, begins on Sunday.
Actually, I don't like the way I feel on "Fat Friday". Never have. Oh, I've had other moments of overindulgence on other occasions, but it's just not the same, somehow.
I think it may be the combo of Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy and dessert.
Carb overload. Serious. Carb. Overload.
I read somewhere once that carbs are an addiction, especially among Adult Children of Alcoholics, primarily because carbs are metabolized in the system in much the same way as alcohol is. Because alcohol is, primarily, a carbohydrate.
So, if you're feeling a bit, 'hung over' this morning, it's probably because you are.
Well, I suppose there's only one thing left to do - partake in a bit of "the hair of the dog what bit you."
Off I go, then, for a lunch of left over turkey and sweet potato mushroom stuffing. I'll pass on the gravy (there's really only enough for Ms. Conroy) and have a small slice of pumpkin cheesecake for dessert.
And then, it's off to the malls. You know. Just to walk this off.