'Tis the season of gluttony
I am a fairly food conscious person. Not necessarily for health reasons, but more out of vanity. I would by no means call myself a nutrition Nazi or anything, but I do watch what I eat.
I try to stay away from foods that are fried, have a lot of sugar or contain cheese — except for Sundays. Sundays are meant to gorge on a 14-inch sweep the kitchen from Johnny’s Pizza. If you don’t think I can eat all of that by myself, think again. It may take me several hours, but I can do it.