Tonight We Dine In Hell
I know, it’s a bit dramatic. In my defense, I was watching 300 and that line in it is so damn good that I had to use it. So today is the big day, Thanksgiving, or as my English challenged relatives say, “San-given.” It’s the day when a bunch of the family that doesn’t normally make any effort to communicate with each other, comes together and acts like they see each other all the time. It’s the best.
I try not to think of that too much and just enjoy their company. This time around I find myself thinking a lot about trying to keep my eating for the day in check. I mean, A LOT. It’s so bad that I can’t wait for the day to be over. Why? Because I feel like I am the only fatty that’s trying to not over eat. Everyone else is in shape or in some oblivious state of being or just plain doesn’t care about what they eat. Now that I think of it, no one that I know (except my wife) really cares about what they eat. No wonder it’s so hard. I’m basically alone on this, besides you great peeps online.
I’m going to be the only guy in the room caring about what he puts into his mouth. To top it off, I’m going to be the only fat one too. No one else coming over is fat. Ah, to hell with it all. I’m gonna eat what I want and live to blog another day. Who cares what everyone else thinks? I don’t, not anymore.
I’m going to enjoy the day, my family, and the food. There’s only one turkey day right? The feast is on!