So here’s the burning question of the day. Why? Why do we do it? We know we shouldn’t but that doesn’t stop us. What? What do you do you know you shouldn’t but still do. Think about it. I’m sure you can think of a lot of stuff that fits into that scenario. But what I’m talking about seems to hit its stride this time of the year. Christmas. Parties, gatherings, people together, laughing, enjoying each other and eating. Eating lots and lots of food.
You make those promises to yourself every year. “I’m not going to do it. Not this year. I’m going to be strong and resist. Just a few veggies and some water, that’s it. No more.” Then you get there. The table’s so full of wonderful looking, great tasting stuff. The cheeses, chips, party mix, sandwiches, li’l franks, potato salad, breads, nuts, cakes, cookies, pies, cheesecake and on and on. You start out slow, “I’m only gonna do just a little bit. No big deal. I can handle this.” And as you start down the line, a little here and a little there. Not much of any one thing. Just little bits of everything. When you get to the end of the table and look at your plate, “ Oh my God! What have I done! Well, I can still fix it. I just won’t eat it all and discretely throw most in the trash.”
Then you begin to nibble. A little off this corner of the sandwich, that nut, that chip, a little taste of the cake and I’m done. I head towards the trash, get stopped by Joe who I really don’t care for and usually avoid but for some reason he wants to talk. It’s the holiday and everyone is in a good mood. So to keep from saying too much I nibble some more and slowly edge away. Then it happens again, and again. By the time I reached the trash I look at my plate and I’ve nibbled my way across the room and it’s empty.
I’ve only been here a half-hour and I’ve already blown it. But hey, that carrot cake looks great! And those cookies, and what about that fudge!
By the time I head out the door I’m stuffed, miserable, mad at myself, but…what about those rum balls! Wow! Weren’t they great!