Merry Christmas

Its three o’clock in the afternoon on Christmas Day and I’m only having my first drink now. Strangely late for such a typically drunken day, usually my first is with breakfast. It’s funny how today has become such a day of drunken silliness. It’s most people’s day off and what is the one way we now to relax, drink. That is not me being critical either because I actually don’t mind at all, may even be one of my more favourite traditions. The plan today had been to escape to the pub pre-dinner for a few but it appears that there is one thing more important for the Irish than alcohol, apologies for such a ridiculous stereotype, and that is family. Unlike Scotland, there are no pubs open today and while I complain for my personal loss I commend them for not selling their arse entirely like we have, at least for one day. I should find out whether restaurants or pubs with food are open for traditional Christmas lunches for people but I doubt it too.

No real dramas today yet either except for my dog attempting to eat one of the children which was not ideal. I’m hoping for some boardgames later, it’s usually the only day of the year I can persuade my Dad to play something like that so I take full advantage. Most games these days I don’t know though as it seems to be big business again and they’re pumping them out too fast to keep up with. Trivial pursuit was always my favourite but that seems to have fallen by the wayside, and I’ll suspend my avoidance of dice game or any game involving luck for this day only.

There was an article someone had put up on Facebook today which I never bothered reading but it was about the various versions of middle class Christmas we’re experiencing and for sure the one I play will be there. Again, this is not a criticism, it is what it is and I love Christmas, mine is generally a pleasant one, so how could I criticise. It’s more amusing is all. I am currently hiding away in my room writing this and my Dad keeps bringing beers through to me, he is good, he performs a very vital role on these days in particular. Thing is now though I think I could very easily have myself a little pre-dinner nap just to charge the batteries, I’ve certainly not slept enough over these last few days.

That’s it really, I haven’t got much to say today. It’s just Christmas you know.

Sin

There is one thing we all have a tendency to do in life and that is things which are not good for us. Perhaps some of this was covered in Coffee or was supposed to be but there is not always a cohesion between the initial idea for this and what it evolves into. Currently my eyes are struggling not to feel heavy, my back is slouched and my belly is bursting. I ate too much for dinner. I knew as I piled the food on to my plate that I had too much and while on some occasions the realisation that the sun would likely rise in the morning with me still alive to witness it, and therefore need another meal to sustain me, would result in me taking what I needed and putting aside for the next day what I don’t; tonight was not one of them. What was clear was that I had too much food and I knew that but I did it anyway and as I ate I experienced the uncomfortable sensation of overeating. I didn’t stop.

Over the years I have heard various suggestions on what is enough food for someone to eat. They say your mind does something magical and will help your stomach to adapt to what is on your plate, seconds are therefore not advised as the stomach is not prepared. They say the stomach is the size of your fist. They say you should fill your stomach three quarters and leave the final quarter for air. They say a lot. Ultimately we instinctively know what is too much, what is good or bad for us, but we embrace what will damage us anyway. I read once that a lack of sleep can lead to us making bad decisions and one thing highlighted was food. When we are tired we crave foods we may not if we’re fully rested. My diet is not bad, if I am tired I do sometimes crave junk food, importantly I don’t believe that is because I’m feeling lazy to cook properly. That also doesn’t mean it is down to a lack of sleep though. Regardless I, we, know better. We know we are killing ourselves yet we do it anyway. Death by gluttony, it’s a real thing check it out, one of only seven authentic ways to die of sin apparently.