My grandmother used to tell me a story about a little girl and boy that ate too many berries, fell asleep in the forest...like after eating turkey...and then couldn't find their way home in the dark. It wasn't meant to scare me or get me to eat less. She just wanted to entertain me as my eyes closed to take a nap.
Now that Thanksgiving is right around the corner...I feel that “I ate too much turkey syndrome” coming. I think I buy the largest turkey I can find because we have a guess the weight of the turkey contest and think big is better. Each year I say no more fat birds, but each year I feel like that berry eating little girl. I am lost in my own home after eating too much and may never get out.