Sad to say it's a relevant now as it was then.
Sure, I could've thought up a brand new post to start the new year off. But then I would've had to put down my bagel with cream cheese and lox, cookies, egg quiche and homemade waffles.
Of course I wasn't eating them all at once. But every time it occurred to me to get a post up, I did seem to have something in my hands on the way to my mouth.
Anyway, tomorrow or the day after I'll start bringing the funny with brand new posts again. In the meantime, please to enjoy this gem one more time.
I'm going to get dessert.
I do it every year. The resolution about losing weight. And before the clock strikes midnight on New Year's, I also do something else every year.
I pack it away like Oprah in a cupcake factory.
I'm not proud. I'm not hungry either.
It's just that I know with the resolution made and the food deadline looming, I want to make sure and stuff my face while I still can.
Without the least bit of the restraint or will-power I've resolved to exhibit in the new year, the run up to midnight is filled with cramming down every last bit of sugar-filled, cholesterol-causing, artery-clogging, waist-growing, clothes-tightening, mirror-avoiding food I can possibly get my hands and mouth on.
I'm like a runaway train. Except my train is all dining cars.
I know what you're thinking - it can't possibly be that bad. The reason I know is because that's what I thought too. Right up until I got on the scale this morning.
Truth be told, it's not quite as dire and desperate as I've made it sound. And even if it were, it's a new year and I'm on it.
After all, I made a resolution. What could possibly go wrong?
