Uuuuck

A lot of what I've been doing- other than twisting my ankle from all the running- is eating the holiday presents my bosses got. Huge boxes of chocolates and cookies that none of these skinny ladies will touch... except me. Yes, I am aware it's "holiday not holi-month" (thank you weight watchers), yes I would prefer to fit in my fat pants, but when it's 6pm and a bag of gourmet dark chocolate pretzels is staring you in the face tell me how strong you are.