So I think I mentioned that I started a diet yesterday. Did I also mention that when you live with a man who loves to cook, and you, yourself, love to eat, that the pounds can pack on pretty darn fast? Well they can, and they will!!
So they say (whoever "they" are), that between Thanksgiving and New Year's, the average person gains 10 pound. Only 10? (Now I'm wincing.) I think I got mine and those of two other people, so if you see those 2 skinny girls who didn't gain their holiday weight, you send 'em my way. I'm about to give them their belated Season's Greetings.
And by the way, I think that the holiday weight gaining period should be liberally extended to include Super Bowl Sunday, and Valentine's Day. I mean really, what sense does it make to start a diet on New Year's Day, knowing full well I am going to eat my fair share of guacamole and a big fat Rib-Eye steak during the big game? I mean, really! And you know my boyfriend naturally bought me a pound of chocolates in a traditional heart-shaped box just 4 days ago. Yes he did. Oh, yeah, he knew about the diet, "but it's Valentine's Day!" Sheesh!!
And so, there you have it. I cannot button my pants. My favorite jeans are the ones with the magic stretchy denim. They're my fave because I can still button them and wear them out in public, with a long shirt that covers my holiday bulge.