Growing up in the US, I regularly ran a 4 mile race on Thanksgiving morning called the Turkey Trot and I usually ate at least two or three pieces of pumpkin pie

Growing up in the US, I regularly ran a 4 mile race on Thanksgiving morning called the Turkey Trot and I usually ate at least two or three pieces of pumpkin pie. To these days, the rare times I can find it, it's an incredible treat. I even grew my own pumpkins for a few years. This is my brain on pumpkin pie: (/^▽^)/ And to directly address the article, I was much thinner then than I have been in my post-pumpkin pie-eating days. There's a natural rhythm to life—both the fasting and the feasting. My great-grandparents never joined in on the turkey trot before dinner, they always had pie and they stayed rail-thin. They just had other weeks where they didn't eat so much the rest of the time and it was usually bland stuff like oatmeal or mashed potatoes.