It's impossible to eat healthy this time of year. What with cookie trays being passed around, holiday parties and don't even get me started on egg nog. Actually it is possible to eat healthy but by the end of season one would probably end up on Prozac from the depression of not being able to consume all this glorious food. I speak from experience. Each day I get out my little food journal and start off with a low-fat yogurt and banana but by the end of the day it's a handful of Hershey's Kisses and a big glass of Kahlua and Cream.
It's gotten to the point that our family has taken to simulating that scene from 'The Santa Claus' where Tim Allen is tranforming into Santa and he goes to the doctor's office for a check-up. His doctor says to him "So you've gained a little weight" and Tim Allen's character grabs both sides of his growing stomach and cries "Does this look like a little weight to you?!?"
I've decided though that rather than battling it out daily I will do what I can but won't stress out too much about it. If I round out nicely like Santa then so be it. I just hope he brings me a nice pair of sweat pants for Christmas.
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