Pi

Here's an updated DTBMMLF equation for pi: A 51 year old woman who has been present at 52 Thanksgiving tables to date* - many of which were spent trying to avoid pie (or mashed potatoes or hor dourves or cocktails) in a ridiculous attempt to lose/maintain weight will only end up miserable and possibly fatter. Pi R round. And so is my stomach.

It suddenly dawned on me a few years ago that the concept of not eating or "eating lite" on this particular day doesn't make a whole heck of a lotta sense. Cause let's face it - a week or a month later, and you'll be off the wagon and eating everything that's not nailed down. So why choose one day, and in particular - this one day (that's pretty much all about eating) to torture yourself? The freedom of this little lightbulb has had the exact opposite effect on my Thanksgiving food gameplan. I eat less now than I ever did on this particular day. Now mind you, I'm not foolish enough to think that I'm eating like the bird in the middle of the table - a calorie's a calorie and I consumed plenty of them on T-Day, but all in all I'm really more about relaxing and spending time with friends and having the freedom to eat as much - or little as I choose on this particular day is my only gameplan.

The rest of the year is a whole 'nother thing.

*I was born in October.