Eat, drink... and be fat and drunk!!!

Won’t it be lovely to go to New Year’s Eve celebrations with rolls over my pants!!! Geez. I tried my hardest to avoid the obligatory 10lb holiday weight gain.

I exercised a few times. Once was on my dad’s old bike, which is so rickety and bumpy that I thought it was going to buck me off! Anything that shook on my body was almost shaken to the point of turning to butter and I had to go pee after about half an hour and had to go back! That bike seat is so hard on the female parts, I don’t know how Dad rides it set at that angle.

Anyways, suffice it to say that my brainwave ‘the starvation diet’ did not work. Not that it can’t work because I know that it does… if you can stick to it. And well, I ate.

... LOTS. I had the unselfish task of trying to unload my parent’s chocolates so that they wouldn’t get fat and die. I tried my best, almost got the Purdy’s box polished off. And if you want to see what a week of eating perogies and *pie does to a person, look at me from the rear view. Yikes.

Happy New Year Folks! Let's all eat, drink... and be fat and drunk!

*The pie movement is alive and well here... it complements the Paunch'n Haunch Expansion Project very well indeed.