Okay. I don’t think I need to eat
ever again.
After birthday pizza, a birthday
dinner, pumpkin bars, mint chocolate chip ice cream, leftover
birthday pizza, 6 different kinds of Greek food, leftover pumpkin
bars, way too many yummy cookies at the library, and a big piece of
delicious dark chocolate peppermint bark from Donckers, I do believe
I exceeded my usual weekly intake of 20,000 (or whatever it is)
calories in just 36 hours this weekend.
Go team!!
Even now I don’t feel like I can eat
another thing. And, of course, the food (and the intake of the food)
was all well-meaning. My family wanted me to have the birthday
dinner and the bars and the ice cream and the birthday pizza. Peter
White Public Library wanted me to have their open house cookies. And
the amazing chefs at the Greek Orthodox Church in Marquette SURELY
wanted me to sample almost everything they had at their annual bake
sale, right?
Right?
I guess that’s one bad thing about
having a December birthday; the month is filled with way too much
consumption as it is, and when you throw in a birthday (plus a
Thanksgiving that fell just a few days before all this), all those
other holiday events, and gifts and treats from well-meaning people,
you just go way over the top. It was quite the weekend, and has
started me wondering—would a “weekend-only diet” work actually
work? You know...where you eat your 20,000 weekly calories only on
the weekend, and then take it easy the rest of the week? Nah. .
.probably not. But it was a thought.
Now, if you'll excuse me now, I have to
go exercise and start burning off some of those excess calories. And
maybe buy some more Tums, too.
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