Christmas Bloat

This morning I had to suck in when buttoning my jeans. Now, that wouldn't normally be news, except I was putting on my fat girl jeans, and I normally buy pants baggy. Yes, I know that a lot of my weight gain over the past year is due to fertility hormones (a lot of my crazy is too), but I think at least some of it, the last little bit of fat that just spills over my waistband, is due to the fact that since Thanksgiving I have pretty much put almost anything and everything edible into my mouth.

There are a few things I have been able to avoid. Anything with walnuts for instance, and homemade fudge. Really, I just don't get fudge. Why don't you just let a can of icing sit out for a few days and spoon it into your mouth. It's the same thing. Of course, for every tiny piece of fudge I have turned down I have doubled up on those things I really do like. Like those really soft store bought iced sugar cookies. I looove those. I swear they have crack in them. That's what keeps them soft even after they have been sitting out for days on end. They melt in the mouth, which makes it even better, because then I don't have to waste calories chewing them. And the sugar rush is almost immediate.

The other treat I have been heartily enjoying are these wonderful chocolate dipped peppermint marshmallows my friend Rich made. I haven't been able to enjoy them as much as I would like, since I can't buy them at the store and Rich is insistent that other people get some too, but the ones I have had have been a highlight. It took all my willpower to share with Ryan.

Since I used up all my willpower on sharing the marshmallows I have had none left to pass up the loaves and loaves of sweet breads that have come into the office. Pumpkin chocolate chip. Holiday berry. Banana nut. I rationalize my partaking in the fact that they all have some kind of fruit in them, and also are considered breakfast foods in most parts of the county. Of course, one piece of bread is too small for breakfast, so I have to have two, or three.

I really worry about my eating on Christmas day, because that is when things get really good. In years that I have been able to resist the onslaught of goodies leading up to the holiday I still have fallen apart on the day itself. Homemade cinnamon rolls. Bacon wrapped asparagus. Meatballs. Mimosas. My Mother lays out a brunch that could kill you, and very well will kill me.

Maybe I should ask Santa for bigger pants...