I ate the whole thing.*
Boy, am I thankful that all the holiday food is finally gone. That perpetual New Year’s Resolution I make (probably, it should be called an All Years Resolution) is impossible to even begin to honor while there are still cookies and cakes and chips and dips around. I was derailed even further this year because of a family gathering on the 5th for a long-lost cousin.
He wasn’t really lost, of course The Navy has known where he is for almost 20 years. And I’ve seen him on Facebook. It’s just that it’s been a good long time since any of us have seen him in person. He was here for a day or two, so there was a gathering out at the pond.
When we do that, everybody brings something. Then, there is always too much food and most of us end up taking part of what we brought back home. Clearly, I need to learn not to volunteer to bring cake.
The thing is, I have all kinds of will power at the grocery store (assuming, of course, that I’m not starving when I go in there). I do not, however, have any will power at all once the food is already in the house. Quite the reverse, in fact, as I somehow manage to rationalize—at this time of year, anyway—the necessity to eat it up so that the dieting can begin.
(I am aware of how ridiculous that is. It’s the point at which the sensible idea of watching what I eat comes smack up against the other sensible idea of frugality—waste not, want not—and frugality wins. Because it has hunger—or, rather, bad eating habits—on its side.
But the cake is gone now. The dip is past its expiration date. (That’s a triumph. I didn’t eat it all this time!) And the MotH** can be trusted to finish off the few chips that are left.
Let the misery begin!
* That dates me, doesn’t it? Remember the Alka-Seltzer commercial?
** MotH = Man of the House
