Happy Friday! Casey Wyatt here.
With Thanksgiving fast approaching, now is a good time to discuss the old adage – all things in moderation.
A few weeks back, my family went to Mystic, CT and Stonington Point. This was so I could “research” the next book after Mystic Ink. At lunch time, my hubby decided to take on the Vodoo Curse Burger Challenge at the Voodoo Grill. Click here for the burger’s gory details.
In a nutshell, the challenge is a four patty bacon cheeseburger, loaded with all kinds of greasy stuff and a pound of gravy laden fries. Oh, yeah, and you have to eat it all in 30 minutes or less.
Of course none of these facts daunted my fearless man, who grunted, “Bring it on” to the catcalls of our teenage sons.
It wasn’t long before the monstrous burger arrived at our table. The owners took his picture (in case he won) and wished him luck. The boys proceeded to “jeer” their father on. I was skeptical, but curious to see if he could do it.
He dug in with earnest. Men from the bar stopped by our table and clapped him on the back in manly camaraderie, “We’re rooting for you, buddy.”
About ten minutes into the challenge, half the burger was gone. Maybe he could defeat the Curse Burger.
A few more bites later and hubby was looking a bit . . . full. One of my sons offered “to make a patty disappear”. Not by eating it, but by flinging in onto a nearby roof like a frisbee.
That idea was soundly rejected by both parents. No cheating.
Like a trooper hubby kept eating. And then he hit the wall….
The kids proclaimed him lame. The pound of gravy laden fries remained untouched.
He sighed and pushed the plate away and conceded, “I’m done.”
The Curse Burger had added another loser to the wall of shame. But wait… is hubby really a loser in this scenario? Yes, we were out the <choke> twenty dollars it cost for the burger from Hell. And he failed to achieve burger glory. Yet…
Let’s see the situation differently. Rather than gorging himself sick (and then suffering the rest of the afternoon and through an hour drive back home), hubby chose to stop.
Sometimes, you have to recognize that you’ve taken on more than you can handle. There’s nothing wrong with holding up your hand and saying “no more” or “enough already.”
Tell me, what lessons have you learned about taking on too much? And do you have the wisdom to say “no” when you should?