So, it's 11 pm on the Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend, and I need a vacation. What's that you say? I just had one? Funny, between the traveling (to Armonk, then Lebanon,PA, then Reading,PA, then back to Armonk, then NYC) and the endless, unceasing EATING, I need to kick back, relax and starve myself back to my fighting weight. Seriously, there is just so much kettle corn, mimosas, turkey, stuffing, snickerdoodles (don't ask), pork fried rice, sushi, pizza, diet Coke, steak sandwiches, red wine, white wine, butternut squash lasagna, cooked carrots, malt and vinegar potato chips and roasted pork buns a man can take! And yes, I did consume at least one of each from that list over the last 96 hours, much to my chagrin. I know it's the holidays, but really, that list is pretty revolting. I'm going to bed, and hoping that when I wake up in the AM, my stomach will have at least partially returned to its original state.
I'm not particularly religious, but please...pray for my tummy.