The Five Mishaps of Christmas

I absolutely LOVE Christmas.  I love going to Christmas Eve service, I start listening to Christmas tunes the day after Thanksgiving, and look forward to the chaos of the Biller family gatherings.  (I should never leave home without a video camera when attending such functions.)

What I forgot is how much I love the festive holiday food.  My goal is to lose 2 pounds during the holiday season but I believe that unless I cut off my left arm, I won't be reaching that goal.  In fact, I think I added another arm in the process.  Here are a few reasons why I think my goal wasn't a priority:

1. The annual ZPC meat and cheese tray, which was the beginning of the decline.  This monstrosity is normally delivered from a neighboring business the week before Christmas and I think it may be brought in by crane.  I was doing REALLY well until that thing arrived.  A co-worker of mine (who shall remain nameless so as not to shame him) and I pounced on that thing like the contestants that won a food reward challenge on Survivor.
2.  Christmas morning breakfast.  I'm such a sucker for bacon, eggs, fried potatoes, and coffee.  I was willing to deal with the pain. (Some of you may know that my body doesn't respond well to coffee and eggs.)
3.  John's birthday dinner at Domo.  Sushi can be really healthy, unless it's stuffed with cream cheese, rolled in batter and deep fried...all of which we had in every roll we ate. 
4.  My Aunt Kathy's cookie tray, which included peanut butter fudge, cookies stuffed with peanut butter cups, and powdered sugar-dusted shortbread cookies.  I think I can actually feel the butter clogging my arteries.
5.  The Peck family weekend extravaganza (which is this coming weekend).  We normally pick a food theme for dinner, and this year it's mexican.  Need I say more.

I'm not blaming anyone but myself for this fiasco.  I know that when I eat things that aren't good for me in large quantities that I will gain weight, that's just how it works people.  But I am looking forward to all of this food madness being over after New Year's weekend.  I can't wait to get back to some normalcy and consistency.  But I'm not gonna lie, I enjoyed every stinking bite!!  Guess that bikini is just going to have to wait a few weeks longer.  It's already waited 33 years, why not another 3-4 weeks.