There’s this weird thing that happens when you go on vacation. It’s like you fall into a wormhole and get transported to an alternate dimension. Another time and place where you are free from all consequences. Where nothing matters anymore. It’s like you died and went to Valhalla.

IT’S NOT THAT YOU CAN’T ENJOY YOURSELF.

You can, and obviously should.

But if you’ve ever gone on a cruise, or perhaps to an all-inclusive vacation, you see people eat like they’ve never seen food before.

They’re getting three plates from the buffet, for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner.

Idk… maybe just calm down? The chafing dish isn’t going anywhere.

Why are you doing this to yourself?

YOU SEE THIS DOWN THE SHORE SOMETIMES, AS WELL.

People check into a beach house, drop $800 at the grocery store and just gorge themselves from sunrise to sunset every day for a week straight.

Idk why this happens. Maybe some people just wanna cut loose and get primal. They want to exercise free will and escape from the norms of their work lives they’re so desperately trying to forget.

Or…

OR...

Maybe they just need an anchor. A routine. Some normalcy to keep them grounded from the gluttony that is so abundant when you finally loosen your collar and relax a little bit.

Here’s an idea. You can take it or leave it.

SWAP OUT A MEAL WITH SOME CARNIVORE SNAX.

(Gosh, bet you didn’t see that pitch coming, huh?)

They’re great on a long trip to the beach house (or lakehouse).

They’re excellent for breakfast.

They’re a snack that’ll keep you full even after a fun day in the sun.

And they might even help prevent you from being the person who gets kicked out of the buffet from eating every last King Crab leg they had in the kitchen.

Idk, just an idea…

Mark Ritz