If I Can’t Eat Another Bite…Why Am I Still Chewing?

The holidays are now behind us, and so ends another period of wild overeating. We’ve once again failed to control ourselves. And really, why should we? Food was everywhere through Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, and New Year’s. Try as I might (and trust me…I didn’t try that hard), I lost control. Happily, I enjoyed every minute. And though I tend to be on the slimmer side, I’ve caught my nude reflection now and then when stepping out of the shower. There’s no Heated Rivalry going on here! More like…heated leftovers. That said, I think it’s important to embrace the new you. Even if the new you is mostly made up of carbs and sweets.

Let’s Take a Cruise!

Heck, if the damage is already done, perhaps this is a good time to book that next trip. And why not look at cruising? If you’ve ever taken a cruise, you’ve probably experienced an intense period of overeating. The kind that leaves you sitting up at night as you struggle to digest your whale of a meal. Maalox and Tums can’t solve the dilemma, and the Alka Seltzer we all grew up with has mysteriously morphed from an indigestion aid into a cold medicine. If you want to identify (and who would?) as elderly, ask the pharmacist for bicarbonate of soda. Trust me. No one carries that anymore for indigestion. It now resides in the baking section of your local grocery store, waiting to be opened to eradicate those stinky odors in your refrigerator.

So Why Overeat on a Cruise?

I don’t know. I think it has to do with the need to depreciate the expense of the trip. How many pancakes can you consume during breakfast while polishing off a dozen scrambled eggs? Is that bacon fresh? I smell sausage…or is that me, as I catch a whiff of my own musk, which I’ve named Ham. I may have missed eating a sweet roll, but I’ve magically developed around my midsection my own little sweet roll. Thank goodness I’m not into breakfast buns. My buns are already fine, thank you very much!

Power Flush

Fortunately, every facility onboard a ship seems to come with a super-duper power flush. So no matter how much you consume, it can be efficiently whisked away. I like that. It serves my guilty conscience. If I can get rid of it…then it never happened. Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. Or as we said as kids: denial (pronounced da-Nile if you’re from NYC) is more than just a river in Egypt. We all love food. We all love to eat. And yes, we all love to eat too much.

The Fasting Begins

So once again, the time has come to return to the gym. To join the elliptical crowd. I hear the desperate call of the treadmill as I lace up my Brooks. Oh well. Nothing lasts forever. It’s time to close the mouth. To stop obsessively chewing. To get my act in gear. I can do it. I certainly have enough stored from my Winter’s feast to make it through. Thank goodness for the Holiday Season. Wasn’t that fun?!

And Now for A Little Something Extra!

Work continues on the cover design of my next novel, Friends for A Season. The manuscript is complete, and I hope to offer a sneak peek soon. Until then, for those who haven’t had a chance to read Boca by Moonlight, now is the time to grab a free ebook by clicking here. And until we meet again, I’d like to wish you and your family a Happy and Healthy New Year!