Sometimes when I eat ice cream, I overdo it. I think that I'll have one scoop, and the next thing I know, the pint is in my left hand, the spoon is in my right, and I am scraping out the bottom of the container while the judges on 'So You Think You Can Dance' are eviscerating another contestant. My temple is throbbing and I have the ice cream headache.
The same can happen to me with tortilla chips and salsa, or popcorn . I plan on having a reasonable serving, but when I look up, I've overindulged and I pay for it later.
That's sort of what happened to me this weekend with "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." I had the best of intentions; I would read this book in sensible serving sizes. Wasn't it neatly divided into reasonable chapter lengths? I should be able to read a chapter or two every night, spreading out the fun over the rest of the summer.
But when I looked up Sunday afternoon, having just finished all 700+ pages, I had that same old ice cream headache. I had read too much, too fast. I had eaten the whole bag of chips, the whole pint of ice cream, and my head was reeling. It was good, like potato chips or ice cream, but not enough for a meal.
I just wish I had the self control to follow the serving side recommendations on the packaging.
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