I’m home for Christmas.
I naively told myself that I was above binge eating my way through to the new year.
This was a fallacious argument.
The fact is, I’ve been home roughly 24 hours and I’ve devoured so many Pringles that my hand no longer fits in the tube. I’ve had acid reflux all day from the sheer volume of the melt-in-the-mouth-straight-to-oil-in-the-belly Pringles I’ve eaten. This is day one. I dread to think what the next 9 days are going to be like. I’ve barely made a dent in the stockpile of food my parents have hoarded in the cupboard. I haven’t even started on the cheese yet. Oh my days this end of year fat fest has just begun and I’ve already OD’d on obese. I’m gonna roll into work in the new year. Literally.