The holidays are over– hip hip hooray!
I’ve successfully made it through two weeks of continuous overeating, being nice to family, and partying
to the point that Elvis Presley would be proud. When I got on the scale this morning, it greeted me with “one at a time, please.”
I have diabetes, and I ate more cake, cookies, and chocolates on Christmas Day than the rest of the year. I poked my finger for a blood sugar check and molasses came out.
I gave great gifts and in return I got a plastic back scratcher, a sweater too big for King Kong, and a ten dollar gift card to the dirty book store. I know it is better to give than receive, but give me a break.
Even my dog turned on me. He woke me up on New Year’s Eve to let him outside, and when I stepped on the floor to get up off my bed, my foot squished into an enormous dookie he’d left me.
What a way to bring in the New Year–that stinks.
Turn out the lights, the party’s over, back to normal life, the holidays are done.