Gluttony. One of the Seven Deadly Sins, i believe, maybe the one that most applies to myself. Well, Sloth & Lust are there too -not really Anger though- but i do know that i've never really succumbed to Envy, Pride or Avarice. This is the time of year for Gluttony anyway, isn't it? Not the original message of Christmas but the tradition we've since established. The other Deadly Sins are fairly well represented across the world over Yuletide too, i supose.
Being a guzzleguts is a tough thing over the holidays; if i fancy a snack, i have to decide between all sorts of delicious foods that lie awaiting my pleasure in the kitchen. It really is most tiring just choosing what to scoff next! The huge, extremely sweet, fudgecake on the kitchen table gives me a vague toothache every time i glance towards it.
The trifle sits in the fridge calling to me but that must be saved for after Christmas dinner itself, so i pretend not to hear her seductive whispers. Every few minutes, my mind returns to cheese & crackers, i think i may give in to this mad urge very shortly, especially when i remember the jar of pickle in the cupboard as well.
The booze is no more helpful either; when i fancy a little drink, i'm confronted by a desperate choice between vodka, red wine, pernod, baileys irish cream, brandy, whisky & numerous brands of lager...i need a stiff drink just to fortify me for the torturous decision processes involved!
I really have to go now, i'm pleased that i've managed to put something down in words one last time before the big day, but all this talk of food & drink has got to me...i still can't decide what to have next but my feet are irressistably being drawn towards the kitchen yet again! Good health!
-ever fancied beocming my personal trainer?
when i cant decide what to drink
i chuck them all in a glass and call it fatals punch
always seems to taste nice
and does the trick
gives you that warm christmas glow
hands up whos going on a diet new year
me
enjoy the gluttony ....... oooo i spot a mince pie