Can’t. Stop. Eating.

Dressing residue is still in my mouth right now. I just polished off a huge plate of leftovers and I am quite content. Last night we had leftovers as well, but these leftovers were first timers for me as I am now in Waco with Joe and Amber Bruner and Stacie. We’ve been eating and playing Nertz and watching football and when we had a free moment or a tiny bit of space in our stomachs we (read I) stuffed that empty space with a piece of dessert. Chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter balls dipped in chocolate, chocolate cake, pecan pie, you get the picture.

Earlier in the week I told myself that I was going to do my best not to over-indulge this Thanksgiving. I was going to run the Turkey Trot and then eat a lot, but not eat so much that my stomach was stretch to the point of transparency. Right now if you look at my stomach while my shirt is off it looks like a snow globe filled with a little food town. Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese all neatly placed with a cranberry sauce train circling around all of it. None of it is chewed up. Nope. I don’t bother to chew my food, it is much more fun to just inhale it because I don’t really want to taste the food and enjoy it, what I want, what I long for is that stuffed feeling where you feel like someone stuck an air hose up your bottom and overinflated you with air. If they had filled you with helium you would have easily filled in for one of the large floating creatures that hover over the Macy’s day parade. The funny thing about over-eating is that each time you do it you think that you will never do it again. You promise yourself that this is the last time and then when the food is before you the next time you can’t. stop. eating. It is too good. You make excuses in your head:

It’s Thanksgiving!
You just ran 8 Miles!
It’s Thanksgiving!

For some reason overeating causes me to be less creative with reasons for over-eating but it is obvious I only need one good reason to over-eat and this year I had 2!

Today I did do a 9 mile bike ride with Joe and we went and worked out and so that should count for something, but I am already thinking about finishing off the pecan pie even though I am really full. But hey, It’s Thanksgiving and I don’t want to act like I’m not thankful for the fact that I can consume almost as much food as Kobiyashi at an eating contest.

Much Love.

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