Sure. For once I had to be “average”.
I think I insinuated this in Friday's entry, but one of the things I did on Christmas was to eat. A lot. In fact, I figured that between noon and five on Christmas Day I did nothing but prepare food and eat food. By the time I was done, around five in the afternoon, I was stuffed. So stuffed, in fact, that I didn't eat anything until just after 4 Friday afternoon, meaning I was so stuffed from Christmas Day that I didn't eat anything for another 23 hours.
Sometimes, I amaze even myself. And usually not in a good way.
However, I shouldn't feel too bad. I was curious, so I did a little research and found out that the average American consumes 7,000 calories on Christmas Day. Now, realizing that the average American needs between 2,000 and 2,500 calories to survive, and that it takes 3,500 calories to put on a pound, the average American, after eating enough to survive, will then further eat enough to put on a pound and a half of extra weight.
Just on Christmas Day by itself.
So, when you look at it, maybe the fact that I didn't feel like eating for 23 hours isn't weird. Maybe my body was trying to tell me something. Maybe my body knew, deep down, that I didn't want to gain that extra pound and a half. Or maybe my body just threw up its (metaphorical) hands and said “I give up. Eat what you want. But you'll pay for it the next day”.
Whichever it was, Friday was my body getting its revenge.
Actually, that revenge probably extended through the weekend, as well, as I really didn't seem to eat much Saturday or Sunday. I'm guessing I'll get back to normal today, which is my busy day of the week, as I'm (literally) running from gig to gig. If not?
Well, maybe I'll start eating sometime in 2026. The way things are going, what's a few more days to recover from my Christmas binge, right?
8-)
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