Whatever smartass proclaimed that the highest amount of caloric over indulgence occurs during the Holiday Season was wrong.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
It's the eating AFTER the Holidays that is the hazard.
Or Post Holiday Eating Disorder (PHED) as I have decided to call it. I can since I could be the only one afflicted. Then again, I highly doubt it. But I'll wager you never had a name for it before.
Well now you do.
How did I make this monumental discovery? Well you see, blithely believing and simultaneously fearing the dreaded Holiday Overindulgence, I carefully controlled my portions at the many Christmas and New Year's dining experiences I attended.
I also limited the amount of scrumptious cookies and other festive baking I
I watched that I didn't get too Egg Noggy at brunchtimes.
I kept my plate from spilling over the edges on the 25th; dessert and all.
I didn't even finish my delicious meal at the local restaurant hubby and I patroned at the end of December.
Nope. That wasn't a problem at all. I survived the Holiday Season uscathed and un-heavier. Hurrah and Hallelujah!
The problem is NOW.
Now I have all these delectable gifts to devour. Oh don't get me wrong. I LOVE chocolate and sweets. Love them dearly and love getting them as gifts.
It's just that for some reason, I am NOT doing a good job at resisting temptation anymore. I am battled out.
How is it that I can avoid piling my plate at Christmas dinner, but I can't ignore a small piece of dark chocolate sweetly calling my name?
I'll just have a FEW chocolate covered cranberries....
Ooooh. English Allsorts. Yummy.
See's Famous Old Time Candies from California??? Awesome! Don't mind if I do!
After Eights? Okee dokee, even though it's only four pm.
Well, perhaps just two Brandy Beans. Nom. Nom.
I am seriously PHED Up. I need help. Take it away! No, don't take it! Hide it! Help me eat it!
Anything to keep me from violently waling on my poor defenseless bathroom scale.
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