Food Funeral

There is no step for this.  It's just what happened the month of December.  For most people, the holidays are a time for lots of gatherings where you fall victim to the buffet table.  Not for me. I attend one, maybe two events and rarely overeat or even drink at these events.  I work a ton during the crazy retail season so I'm always on the go. I produced two cabarets with my amazing new business venture, Nightcap Cabaret.  It's not the holidays. It's not work.  It's the Winter Blues.

It wasn't until New Year's Eve that I realized that the Winter Blues had grabbed hold of me.  There I was, with 3 parties to attend, sitting on my couch, alone.  I chose this.  I wanted to stay home, by myself, snuggled up to my pup. Before the ball dropped, I ordered a dozen Insomnia Cookies.  Warm cookies, fresh out of the oven, delivered to my door!  It was great!  Wasn't it?

I hide behind my humor.  I laugh first so that I'm in on the joke. I took a moment, while eating that gooey Double Chocolate Insomnia Cookie, and realized I've always over-eaten, but this was a whole new level.  How many times did I order from Grub Hub this month?  How many of those orders were to China House for cheesesteak eggrolls and ribs?  How many times did you order for a family of 4 and ate it all?  Appalled by my behavior, I went in for the next cookie.   I threw my hands up and just succumbed it.  Let me have this food funeral.  Let me eat this crap before I get to my first appointment and really start this journey.

Tiny issue.  My fat pants don't fit anymore.  How is that possible?  How do my fat pants no longer fit me?  My regular fat pants are already fat pants, but these were my fat, fat pants! I think I'm in trouble.