Let me just say that I am STILL FULL from eating like a complete fool from Friday to Sunday at the Taste of St. Louis. I had to sign up for Selena J.’s 90 fitness challenge just to recover from the 72 hours of straight gluttony that ensued on my part because of the Taste…yes, It’s going to take AT LEAST 90 days to fix. Nearly 50 restaurants in one spot will do the trick every time. Chinese, Creole, cheesecake, chicken wings – you name it, and I managed to smuggle it back down 70 West in my oversized Prada inspired purse. The indigestion that subsequently followed mixing Pappy’s, Syberg’s and topping it off with Hank’s desserts (plural) truly almost killed me! I was so busy eating that I was all but oblivious to the entertainment going on. I didn’t stay for Macy Gray, but I heard he shut it down. I don’t really live for his musical stylings, so I probably would have been underwhelmed anyway. They could have had that homeless man on the banjo with the dog that performs by the watermelons at Soulard market as the mainstage attraction and I wouldn’t have been any less thrilled. I did what I came to do…and it had nothing to do with listening to what comes out of somebody else’s mouth, but rather what went into mine! I can’t wait to get back in shape so I can “taste” again in 2013 without the guilt of this midsection.