Superbowl Sunday snack sidelined

For me, Superbowl Sunday is not about the game. It's about going bat-shit crazy on a giant bowl of Velveeta & Rotel cheese dip and a bag of tortilla chips. It's tradition. But today was different.
We found ourselves at the Indian buffet at lunchtime and I practically ate my weight in pakoras and gulab jamun. Ok not really, but I'm quite sure weight figures into the equation somehow. Ohh it was good.
I figure there's no way I could possibly justify the further consumption of mass quantities (ie: my glorious, lovely, much-awaited processed cheez food snack)
Fear not, my velvety little brick. For tomorrow is another day.
-burp-
Or maybe the day after that....