Since the tail end of November encompasses Thanksgiving, my birthday and Betsy's, I am now dealing with the inevitable sugar withdrawal and the coming Christmas carb frenzy.
As usual, I gained five pounds this week. It is almost impossible not to, since the week has been filled with potatoes, turnips, gravy, pie and birthday cake(s). For example, this morning I had leftover birthday cake for breakfast. Two pieces. I intend to steel myself for four weeks of carb-less eating before Christmas. Starting Tomorrow. Assuming the cake is gone. And the Costco muffins. And the Oreos.
I believe that this carb orgy is some sort of genetic memory left over from my Galwegian ancestors. "Eat when food is plenty, since it will soon be scarce."
I am amused every year by the great number of ads for gym memberships, diets plans, etc. that come out in January. We've spent six weeks stuffing ourselves until we have to bring out the "winter wardrobe." Then, TV makes us feel guilty about it.
The problem is, of course, that these end-of-year holidays all revolve around great excesses of food and drink. Not that this is a bad thing in general, its just not good for me. As a somewhat obsessive/compulsive person, I find it difficult to leave the table when there are sweets to be had. I am self-aware enough to know this, even if I'm unable to resist the temptation in the first place.
Tomorrow is another day. Have some pie.
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