Christmas is all around me…
Question: Christmas is a time to eat, drink and be merry, right? Right. So why then have I been eating and drinking (like crazy I might add), but have severely been lacking the Christmas Cheer?
Answer: Because this week I’ve been on an eating binge, BINGE PEOPLE, BINGE! I can’t help it, well… I can, but I just didn’t care this week. I guzzled chocolates, and cookies, and lattes and bagels and carb-enriched, fat-roll-enhancing Christmas delights.
My belly is protruding over my pants right now as I finish the last part of my Starbuck’s, grande, vanilla latte and I still want more food. God Damn, how when I want nothing more in the world than to be a skinny-minnie do I choose to devour food like it’s going out of style? Maybe Oprah was right, maybe there’s something more to being over weight than just thinking food is tasty. Huh. Must. Figure. It. Out.
Last night was my office’s Christmas party. 15 bottles of wine and $2,871.02 later, 14 people were wined and dined, including myself. I got home at 2am, was up at 7am and am now dreaming of 5pm.
I had high hopes for this weekend (dinner with friends tonight, Christmas tree decorating and gingerbread baking with my mom tomorrow, and then I was going to host a poker party Saturday evening) however I’ve cancelled it all to spend time in my bed, with my book, at the gym and making love to my TiVo.
The last 2 weeks have been so crazy I just need to have nothing to do, so if my heart desires I can go shoe shopping (because woot woot! Got my Christmas bonus this morning), to the gym, sit by the fire (negative, I don’t have a fire), go ice-skating… or wherever my heart desires…. Which will probably be my bed.
6 hours and counting until 5pm.
Dear Time, Please speed up, Love E.