The Problem With Vacation
Besides the obvious fact that I haven’t been posting with any regularity whatsoever, my biggest problem with being on vacation is that I can’t seem to stop eating.
Actually eating and drinking.
I know that Thanksgiving is a big food holiday, but that was almost a week ago. Ick. All my clothes feel too tight. It is like when we went on a cruise for our honeymoon and dress I brought for the formal dinner fit great on Tuesday and was embarrassingly snug for Friday night. Yes, I have been eating and drinking like I was on a cruise.
And it isn’t over yet. I still have a date for drinks with Izzy and tonight I’m on my way to Ft. Lauderdale to eat and drink with an old roommate.
Maybe I’ll buy some bigger jeans while I’m down there.
So right, the problem with vacation is the general lethargy, the rapid weight gain and I miss my cats and my in-laws (What kind of freak show misses their in-laws when they haven’t seen them in 10 days? Apparently me. I realize that this is not normal, but I’m okay with it.)
Of course I also miss my TiVO. How am I supposed to watch a football game or a Top Chef marathon The History Channel without being able to rewind, pause or fast forward through the commercials like some commoner?
The good part about vacation is that sometimes I get to sleep in (I just send Ian down the hall to Grandma’s room if she doesn’t have to work that day) and the good food, beer and wine. And now we’ve come full circle. See the problem?