This entry could’ve been called “The Eight Days Of Pork.” I just got back from spending the holidays in Tennessee with my family and let me tell you, that state runs on pig. “When in Rome,” you know? I ate nine servings of swine in eight days. Tomorrow I begin my all-kale diet but for now let’s reminisce.

On Christmas Day I ate country ham with red-eye gravy at breakfast and honey-baked ham for dinner. Such excess is definitely a holiday treat but we laughed and ate it anyway.

I had ribs at a joint in Nashville and sausage for breakfast. The club sandwich at the Hermitage Hotel has bacon and country ham rounding out the lunchtime classic. One night I was feeling so porked I ate a salad — it had fried chicken on it.

Twice I ate pulled pork BBQ sandwiches, the last being at the airport on the way home. They don’t serve food on Southwest and a girl’s got to eat, y’all. I didn’t feel too gross until I read this entry. And I’m serious about the kale.