The Southeast got over 4 inches. The Northeast is bracing for up to 14 inches. All diet centers have closed for the time being. No meetings, weigh ins, consultations. Some gyms are open. Power is a issue all over the Eastern US. Yet, grocery stores have been wiped out. Especially prior to these storms. We will NOT go hungry.
It’s not Snowcopalypse 2014, its EATcopalypse 2014!
Why do these storms make us think we will run out of food? It’s not like we, as a society, really keep bare pantries. And bread and milk? Funny, the gluten free posts have stopped on my timeline. Even Wheat Belly has taken a break.
Working out? Those of you who find it necessary to tell us about your long walk/run in the wind and snow, just watch this:
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God is good. It’s dangerous out there folks…
In my household, the eat-a-thon began Tuesday. So far we have gone through a package of Oreos, tortilla chips, jar of salsa, a dozen cranberry orange muffins, hot dogs, popcorn, sodas, lemonade (and vodka), red wine, beer, salad, steak and chicken, potatoes, Frosted Flakes, trail mix, cheese, chicken salad from Costco, and more.
And there are only three of us.
Even the dogs are eating more. I’ve gone through two regular bags of dog food since Monday – all they wanna do is eat-aside from the fact that they ARE playing in the snow, making it yellow, and then napping on my leather couch.
It’s like we just can’t be trapped at home and do regular things, oh, like read, have conversations, play games, knit, clean. Nooooo, we eat and cook, cook and eat. The first flake on Tuesday had me pre-heating the oven to 350 for no reason at all.
It’s like we are food zombies. We aren’t looking for another person to eat (well, desperate times, desperate measures remember that book, Alive??? scary) we are throwing all good eating habits out the window and digging in. The minute we hear there’s no school, to stay off the roads, we hunker down. Pre-heat our ovens, start that soup, open that wine.
What does hunker mean anyway????
intransitive verb \ˈhəŋ-kər\
Full Definition of HUNKER
Origin of HUNKER
It’s an instinctual survival mechanism. Because you know, if we get stranded, we can live off that fat for a week or two.
Hunker down people, this muffin’s gonna keep me alive!
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I can justify anything…
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