As I polished off my second piece of thin crust pizza, and gulped the last of the Sprite, my mind was finally at ease. It was finished, the binging was over, after all it was the day after Thanksgiving, and I'd had my fill of leftovers. The Turkey sandwiches, the pumpkin pie with a mountain of whipped cream, and the cheese and crackers were not even appetizing. After working all day, we decided to order pizza for dinner, saving the rest of the turkey for Sunday soup. We sang along with Bing and Blue Eyes Christmas songs on vinyl, decorating the house for Christmas feeling rather jolly. The house looked great and the tinsel was doing a great job glittering and looking glamorous. It was at this moment my glutenous self realized that all this eating was not going to have such a glamorous effect on my figure. Therefore, after that momentous moment of polishing off my perfect pizza crust (pizza hut really does outdo themselves on that thin crust thing), I decided that starting the next day-Saturday-it would be back to eating normal sized portions, at normal hours of the day. Strictly three meals, with plenty of fruits and fiber, eight glasses of water, and "hold" most carbs.
I woke this morning with the motivation level of Napoleon after his successful battle at Waterloo. Wait, that one didn't go so well for him did it? Never mind, at any rate breakfast went pretty well- coffee and a piece of pumpkin pie. Not even a big piece of pie, course I had a sliver more because the piece I cut was rather small, but I was going out to load firewood- surely I'd work it off. After that lunch went well too, small salad and one itsy bit of turkey. Cool, this was going pretty well, ah but alas, it was the calm before the storm. After doing some reading my appetite was pricked, the cheesecake in the frig looked pretty sad all by itself, so down it went. Some house cleaning called and off I went refueled on cheesecake, hmmm...that pumpkin roll it getting dried out, better take care of that too. I stopped, trying to regain some composure, they say when you're craving food you should drink tea, why that is supposed to work I have no idea- but I made some anyway. The only problem is, I'm accustomed to taking crackers with my tea, so a tray of sliced apples, pears, smoked gouda and crackers accompanied me to the study. Not so bad, it's all healthy anyway right? However, after something salty one must have something sweet- pumpkin pie took care of that. Ahh, but we aren't making dinner tonight, better toast a bagel to tide me over for the rest of the night. Bagel and more tea finishes the night off....well maybe the squirt of whipped cream to annoy brother finishes it. ~Big Sigh of Contentment~ Well, maybe my resolutions were a bit manic, maybe N.F. Simpson had something when he said, " I eat food merely to put it out of my mind." We'll try that method tomorrow....
