Over the last couple weeks, I’ve been invited to a couple Super Bowl parties. Yes, the invites were nice but I didn’t accept either. I’m not sure why, I just didn’t feel up to it. Imagine that. So, I declined and carried on figuring I’d at least avoided the over-comsumption of food and drink and could therefore continue down this path of succeeding to be a smaller version of myself.
Then, while driving in highway traffic the other day, I felt the need to have family around me. It has been a while since we were all together and I miss that. There are also a few friends I haven’t seen in a while- I miss them, too. So, after a careful twenty-three seconds of thought, I started making calls.
Thirty minutes later, I was now hosting a Super Bowl party. The funniest part of this is, I didn’t even know what time the game started. “Show up whenever!” I told them. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.
I’ve planned some food, some drink, even ordered three different flavors of “wings”- something I have never served at my house, ever. On Saturday I’ll brave the crowds and shop for other snacks and, yes, beer. And Sunday, I’ll have a house full of people who all accepted an invite to a party I’m throwing because I didn’t want to go to anyone else’s. Strange how that worked out.
Oh yes, and I’m no longer worried about the over-consumption of food because the game starts around 4:00 p.m. or something like that which means almost an entire day beforehand is available for the gym. By kickoff, I’ll be guiltless.