I’m suffering, y’all. No, I’m not queasy or headache-y. I’m hungry.
After days of endless snacking on chips and hummus, gorging myself on wine and turkey, eating pie and cupcakes after every meal, making bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches for breakfast, my stomach expanded to fill my entire torso. Now that the holiday is over, I don’t have the food reserves available to me. But my body does not care.
My body is demanding baked fruit and cheesy broccoli. It needs some ribs. It would even do with some Skyline Chili, if only it was followed by a glass of wine and a slice of apple pie.
My bloated stomach won’t accept substitutes, y’all. It rejects my granola and yogurt and oranges and vegetables not smothered in cheese. It has no idea what to do with the hours after dinner, with no delicious dessert to digest.
My senses are unnaturally alert from the copious lack of wine in my system. My liver is postively robust today.
This is what detox must be like. Help me, blog readers. Send some stuffing my way.