Post-Thanksgiving Formula for Success!
Post-Thanksgiving Formula for Success! I can hardly believe that I am writing this because I’m in a food coma that seemed to roll right over into today, Black Friday. Why? Well, it could start with the fact that I literally woke up at 11, went downstairs, and immediately made a ‘ginormous’ bowl of left overs, and then promptly shoveled them down my throat… cartoon-machine-mouth style. The best part? Greyson (my lil’ dude) totally stayed in my bed with me and woke up late, too. He was way on board with left over brunch as well. We stayed up crazy late last night watching Home Alone, and, oh yeah, eating left overs! To be fair, we ate our T-day dinner at 3 so by 9, we were hungry, or at least pretending to be. 😉
I’m surviving this day by eating, eating, drinking, eating, drinking, eating, eating, resting, drinking, eating, tv-ing, drinking, drinking, drinking. That’s the formula to success, friends. Also, I plan on doing this all from the comfort of my couch, in my pajamas, with my blanket, and a consistent flow of coffee to make sure I am awake to stick to ‘said’ formula. I implore you, yes you, those who have a spouse or partner encouraging them to motivate out into the world, to ever-so-nicely tell them to “fucking shove it.” Tell them that you have a plan that involves reheating leftovers and throwing them all into one bowl, tossing them around in some sexy gravy, topped with a nice glass of red, or a hoppy IPA, and that will be the closest thing to physical activity you’ll be doing… soooo, yeah, that’ll be the most orgasmic happening of the day… soooo, yup! Forget sexy time, too. You’ll work those carbs off over the weekend. In recovery. Yesterday, we gave ‘thanks.’ We were grateful and selfless. Today, we stay selfish. Gotta keep those scales balanced! Am I right?!
For those of you who are going to brave the outside world for a good sale, I applaud you. Mostly because the only thing that is worth getting off the couch for happens to be a new TV, wardrobe, cookware etc. I’m a sucker for a sale and a mall any day, anytime. Just ask my best friend, Sureya. We used to live at the Walt Whitman mall. Smoke then shop. That was our weekly formula. It was great. Just fucking great. Ahhh… youth, money, being fit, youth, money, being fit… that cycle was just swell. However, though I applaud you, I implore you to stay home and shop from the very keys I am typing on now. Black Friday is online, friends! You can follow the post-Thanksgiving day formula AND include shopping without ever leaving the confines of your home… or shit, your couch!
Life is crazy. We work hard. We work more than we live. We feel guilty for being lazy. So today, this one day of the year, I officially shall call, “Day of the Almost Dead.” A day where we do so very little, are so completely lazy, that we seem as dormant as a doorknob, a knock a away from lifelessness, a day of sheer and utter laziness! Join me fellow Americans on this lazy day! Let us eat, drink, and be merry in our pjs, on our couch, and in our minds! Cheers to those brave enough to follow our flow. Camaraderie!
Love,
FGG
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