I've been on a diet since last January, and I'm pleased to report that, despite many run-ins with rogue quesadillas and pale ales, I've actually managed to keep off a good 15-20 lbs since I first kicked carbs to the curb.
Tomorrow I predict I'll be starting over.
We're on the road to a feast as we speak, passing cars on the Mass Pike and crossing our fingers that most of the worst drivers left a day before us. I'm starving, but afraid to eat anything since I'll likely have stuffing and pie splattered all over my face in a couple of hours. And don't even get me started on the mashed potatoes...that stuff is like white, fluffy crack. Face it...this if there's a holiday that encourages excess, this is it. (OK, well, maybe St. Patty's Day, too....)
So let me take this opportunity to wish you all the best this Turkey Day! May your family skirmishes be brief and blood-free, may the elastic on your pants surpass it's load-tested limit, and may the Seahawks beat the living hell out of the Cowboys. A boy can dream, can't he?