I read recently that the average person gains seven pounds in the six-week period starting Nov. 15 and ending Jan. 2. At the time, I thought that statement surely was an exaggeration, but the more high-cal holiday parties I attend and the more Christmas gifts of home-made goodies I gratefully receive, the more I decide if I can hold my gain to just seven pounds, I’ll probably qualify as the poster girl for Weight Watchers.
My journey into obesity began the Sunday before Thanksgiving when I ate not wisely but too well at my church Thanksgiving dinner. Another dinner at the Village was on Tuesday. I had another delicious feast on Thursday with Richard and Abby Barron. My granddaughter, Chele, her husband, Tom Reeves, and their almost 2-year-old son, Paul, were visiting from Baltimore and that called for at least one extra celebration so Tom could get his first exposure to chicken fried steak and Paul could have his first experience with mashed potatoes and cream gravy.
My friends, Jerry and LouJean Studebaker, always have Thanksgiving on Friday and for the past two years, they’ve invited me to join them. Jerald and Trish Harris who now live in Tennessee were there along with their son, Eric, who is in the military stationed in Kentucky. On Saturday Ruth Ann Taylor and Lannie Sliger invited me to his house for his family get-together and more delicious food. By now, I had consumed five Thanksgiving meals.
Thus far, I’ve had only two Christmas dinners, but I have done a great deal of grazing on cookies, candies, pies, cakes, and puddings. It had been a while since I saw my Byng walking buddies, Vestel and Bette Cole, so we had to go to lunch this week, and I over-indulged. I’m going to Hot Springs, Ark., on Thursday to spend a few days with Tim and Loyce Milligan, and I’m hoping that I will be so stuffed that I can’t stand the sight of fudge, pecan pie, or anything that contains more than 200 calories.