Friday, November 23, 2012

I only had three slices of pie. Gosh.

On holidays, atleast for me, it's a free for all. Diet are thrown out the window, calories don't exist, real life skills don't apply and all responsibilites go on pause for the weekend.
I decided that I am probably not the only one who feels this way. If any of you dare disagree with me, you are all filthy rotten liars and I am hardcore judging all of you.
Eat like we are going to the electric chair. Thanksgiving is known for these enormous amounts of food, long dining room tables that have every square inch of the table filled with something on it. I mean, I know my family has bread, cornbread, pasta, salad, antipasto, soup, and then the real meal of turkey, potatoes, all types of veggies, sweet potatoes, gravy, stuffing and then all the wonderful desserts that follow. I mean, us Irish-Italains, we eat like champs. Woot woot! But, we all eat like we are dying tomorrow and we are never going to see another piece of food for the next year until the next Thanksgiving. This my friends, is why the world is obese.
Take a nap after eating. Yes, we are all just so dang exhausted after we fill our little bellies with five pounds of mashed potatoes, but c'mon. That ain't healthy. I mean, I am totally not saying that we should all take a family job around the block after dinner, but sleeping totally defeats the purpose. You eat and then sleep. Spend some time with your family, jeepers! Play cards or something. Heck, watch some football!
Stay up all night to go shopping. I was always so incredibly against waking up and going Black Friday shopping. I always just wanted to punch everyone who went and waited in line for stuff. I mean, what's the point? I said that no one was ever worth waking up at an ungodly hour of the morning to go and buy something on sale. Homegirl don't play that. But, I caved this year. Well, kind of. I wanted to go, then didn't and then when I fell asleep around 11 PM, my mom woke me up and told me we had to go. I was not a happy camper. We last 45 minutes. We walked around the stores, because we didn't really have a game plan, we just wanted to see what it was like. Sooooo not worth it in my book. I would rather have sleep than save money. #sorryimnotsorry
Think it's okay to wake up in the middle of the night to eat a second meal. I am guilty. I have woken up in the middle of the night and went out and made myself another plate of food. It's usually mashed potatoes and whatever pie is left over. My belly likey the comfort food. Should I really be eating again after I stuffed my piehole all day? Probably not. Does that logic stop me? Not in the least.
In conclusion, we do cray cray crap during the holidays.
Just wait until Christmas, it gets worse.
Oh boy.

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