Everytime I turn around there is chocolate lurking. Gift bags full of cookies. Gift boxes full of candies. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. There are pies and cakes in the staff room; plates of fudge, and bags of cinnamon rolls. Holiday Hershey kisses in festive colors lurk in the candy dish. Try me! Taste me! Just a bite, a little nibble! All those wonderful, sweet , yummy gobs of calories just crying out to be eaten.
I feel like a diabetic taking Willy Wonkas extended tour. "And right this way, we have the melted chocolate room. Help yourself to a bowl..."
My mantra in this minefield of excess holiday calories; "must fit into wet suit, must fit into wet suit."
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I don't know where all the socks have gone. I buy socks. I bring socks home. They run away. But never together. I'm always left with a random single sock. I have the biggest breakup casualty rate between pairs of socks ever. Maybe I should get them to go to couples therapy before I agree to buy them.
"Sometimes courage does not roar. Sometimes it's the quiet voice at the end of the day saying "I will try again tomorrow".
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