My Lions club is having its annual picnic tonight--"bring a covered dish" type thing. I'm a sucker for these events. I bring more than a covered dish. I bring an appetite for a family of four.

I always pig out on carry-ins. It's one of my vices. You'd think a skinny guy like me would be careful, but no. For about 360 days in the year, I'm well behaved, eating "proper" foods in moderation. Oh, I like desserts and an occasional Snickers bar, but that pales in comparison to what I CAN do to abuse my inner body.

This picnic, Thanksgiving, maybe Christmas, plus a few Chinese and Pizza Hut buffets are where I simply gorge myself to the breaking point. I mean these little old country ladies can downright cook! It's little wonder their husbands are so fat--each and every one of them.

I figure I deserve to splurge every once and awhile. I work hard at keeping lean and mean. I'll just jog a little farther, eat a little less, in the weeks ahead. By the way, I'm bringing a red raspberry cobbler.