How is a girl to survive the holidays with an ounce of slenderness under these conditions! Yesterday, a blueberry cheesecake and a huge tin of Danish cookies arrived at the office, and today it's this: an Italian cream cake, a triple chocolate cake and some strawberry shortcakes. I'm praying no Harry & David packages arrive, or I'm doomed. Unless it's the pears. I'm crossing my fingers for pears!
I've had the will to resist. No cheesecake yesterday and no cake today. But my defenses are weakening, and there's another entire week of holiday treats ahead. My healthy holiday plan is slowly sinking, down like the Titanic. I fear for the worst, it's all going to go straight from my lips to my hips. That's the story of my life, and the title of my pending autobiography.
I wish you well my fellow sojourners. May your holiday be filled with a strong will to resist and high metabolism (in case the will to resist thing doesn't pan out).
I'm a former journalist turned marketer of concrete. I still type a lot. Other than that, I'm married to an oilman, the owner of a mini-schnauzer named Baxter and a lab named Lacy, chef to anyone with an appetite and a connoisseur of $10 wines.