I think we’ve all experienced this unfavorable affliction in our life time.
Let me paint you a picture; let’s say you haven’t eaten anything ALL DAY. Your significant other has promised to make your favorite meal TONIGHT. For the sake of this conversation let’s say your favorite meal is chicken fingers. So, all day long, from 8 am – 4 pm, you dream about nothing but devouring anywhere from 5 – 10 chicken fingers when you walk in the door. 4 pm FINALLY rolls around and you are knocking down people in the stairway trying to get to your vehicle/bicycle. Now, you are literally risking your life and travelling at speeds that would be illegal at Daytona 500 trying to get home to YOUR chicken fingers. Finally you get home. You hop out of your car/off of your bike and now you are sprinting to your door way. You KICK down the door and race to the kitchen and you see your chicken fingers, lying there, beautifully I might add. They are literally dancing on the pan after just getting out of the oven. In your head, you are playing the tune to your favorite love song while admiring these chicken fingers.
Then you finish, and it hit’s you. It’s the feeling we’ve all experienced in our lifetime after getting really excited for a meal and then subsequently finishing that meal. We have never known what to call that feeling, until now. Ladies and gentleman, I propose we call that feeling……………
‘POST DIGESTION DISTRESS SYNDROME’
The next step is to get that term widely recognized by the people of the world. The next step after that is figuring out how we fight that feeling. Desert, maybe?
