After about a month or two of nearly constant grazing on snacks, bread, more snacks, chips, dips, cheese, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, more snacks, more chips, more dip, pies, still more snacks, ham, more potatoes, more biscuits, cheescake, fruitcake, cookies, chocolates, eggnog, I think I can safely say that without a doubt that ... I A M S T U F F E D.
And somehow, I don't think this bloated, overweight, heartburn feeling is what the true meaning of Christmas is supposed to be about. In fact, I think I ate the spirit of Christmas. It was in there with the chips and more chips. It all serves as emotional fuel, right? happy times create big appetites... You know what I mean...."I'm so happy to see Aunt Betty" (eat a pie) "Look how great Uncle Ben looks after
his surgery" (eat another pie) Oh come on ..you've been there...don't deny it.
I am sure that I am not the only person who feels this way. I have seen people with that puffy-face "I just ate Thanksgiving, Christmas, and maybe New Years" guilty look all this week, but its mainly just the women who seem to
suffer from the guilt of too much holiday cheese...uh, cheer.
Why isn't food emotional fuel for men, too? After all, we never think of a
man curled up on the couch at 11:00 p.m. with a half-gallon of
cookie-dough ice cream-and feeling guilty about it.
It's often said that women have a relationship with food,
And as weird as it sounds, it's true. For what else but food, like mashed potatoes with real butter, cream-filled doughnuts, chocolate chip cookies - can evoke
such feelings of passion, love, guilt, and desperation.
Truefully now, doesn't chocolate make every women horny?
(No Kim....just you)
The holiday season is supposed to be about feeling comfort and joy,
goodwill toward men, fa la la la la. It is not supposed to feel like nausea.
I may not have to eat again until spring
until next time
- Kim Gallagher-
