I’ve been eating and eating and eating lately. I’ve stretched the depths of my stomach to accommodate whatever I have to throw at it come Thursday. Only now, I’m sick of feeling full, I’m sick of overeating.
I’m hellbent on not overeating on Thursday.
So this is how it’s gonna go down.
Tomorrow evening, I throw the tightest pair of jeans I wear in to the (gasp) dryer.
Thursday, I pull those suckers on (with the help of a wrench, perhaps, or maybe some butter to lube up the legs) and go to Thanksgiving dinner. No squats or lunges allowed before leaving the house.
Do you think that’ll keep me from gorging myself silly?
Well, no, of course not! But it’s worth a shot.