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Monday, November 25, 2013

The Turkey Trot


Brace yourself. The average person consumes 4,500 calories on Thanksgiving Day. I find this most disturbing.
Who can resist all the scrumptious food-stuffs we stuff in our faces on that one special day?  I know I can’t.  But according to one chart I read, I’d have to walk 70 miles to burn off all those delicious calories. At the rate I walk, I might make it by the time my first grandchild graduates college.   
Maybe I’ll sacrifice eating those tempting dishes like yams smothered in pecan crunch topping, booze soaked cranberries, bacon infused stuffing or triple chocolate pie with real whipped cream and shaved chocolate swirls on top. Nawww … ain’t gonna happen.
I’d rather pass on Aunt Jean’s sautéed beets &broccoli mélange or cousin Harriet’s mincemeat & allspice pie.  

It’s comforting to know I’m not alone when it comes to Turkey Day indulgence. The line outside Curves on Friday morning is longer than the one in front of Macy’s. Guess misery loves company.
My husband, Garth, he of super will-power, started his preparations for the calorie laden feast weeks ago. He’s existed on broth and water and scheduled a colonoscopy two days before Thanksgiving.  What a guy!
I’ve made no such plan. Instead, I’m going to be thankful for all that deliciousness, dig in and eat ‘til I drop into a tryptophan coma.
The way I figure it, I’ve got two ways to burn off all that food. I can make a mad dash from the table at 6:00 pm, when Walmart opens its doors, and fight the Black Friday crowd for all the hot holiday bargains or I can restrict my feasting to 200 calories, which is about the distance I can cover in an hour of walking.
Pass the celery, please.

1 comment:

  1. Have a Happy T-Day Marcia! For the first time ever we're going to a Thanksgiving buffet, talk about a food coma! It won't beat the great eats at Auntie Jo's, but we feel it's our duty. You cover the west, and we'll take care of the east side of the country. Forget the celery.

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