Vacation, Buffets, and Puffer Fish Syndrome
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sarcasman and I decided to take a long weekend trip to the Emerald Coast. We are staying at a nice resort and enjoying the beach despite to cold front that came through the night we arrived. I had to buy a hoodie at the gift shop since I only brought shorts, t-shirts, and sandals with me. But despite the 50 degree weather, we are enjoying ourselves.
As with most holidays though, we are eating too much. This morning we tried to go to The Doughnut Hole ( as Kiki suggested) to get breakfast this morning but, after seeing the line going out the door and around the corner, we decided to go to Golden Corral instead.
Why? Why?!?! Seriously. Sub-par food, every kind you can imagine, as much as you want, buffet style trap of obesity doom. When Sarcasman suggested it I should have said no. But I was hungry. And kind of excited to know I could get breakfast and desert cause that’s how they do it at Golden Corral. And that is why I’m fat.
So I engaged in eating massive amounts of food. Sugary, carb-loaded, fried, salty, fat-laden food. Immediately after I felt sick. And regretful.
The feeling lasted all day. A whole day at the beach, on vacation, feeling slow and hazy. It wasn’t a wasted day but to even be weighed down in the slightest bit- literally and figuratively- by an eating bender that morning was a shame. I felt like the puffer fish at the restruant we ate at tonight looked. Slow. Lumbering. Gasping for air. Not swimming with a purpose. Not even floating. Sinking.
I’m too young. I can’t be sinking yet, can I? I need to find my fight and swim.
“You gotta swim,
Swim for your life,
Don’t let yourself sink,
Just find the horizon,
I promise you it’s not as far as you think…”
- Jack’s Mannequin