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The holidays are over. As fun as sitting on the couch and gorging myself on turkey, rolls, and mashed potatoes was, I’m seeing the results of my self indulgence.
I should know better. High glycemic or not, it’s hard to resist large platters of big, free, welcoming food. It’s like the rolls of processed white flower rolls we’re just calling to me. And I gained 4 pounds in 2 days. That’s 1 pound a day. Almost an ounce an hour. Geeze…
Time to get started again. The beauty of the glycemic index is it’s like a friend there waiting for you. I’ll get back on track again, but what a quick blitz of calories that was.
To be honest, I don’t even like turkey much. We live on a farm (sort of) and actually raised our own birds this year. About 6 months of nurturing, feeding, and watering. The turkey themselves of course aren’t the problem - no carb or hidden surgar there - it’s the extra fixings.
Who invented this holiday anyway? The football watching is great. The food gorging is fun, but what a hassle we’re left with after the fact. Now I feel fat, tired, and bloated.
At least I got to watch football. If I’m going to gain weight, at least I got to watch Colorado beat up on Nebraska. Time to get back to watching my foods and eating healthy again… 4 weeks until the Christmas feeding season.
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