Every year, our office is inundated with basket upon basket of goodies, sent by businesses we use in the run of the year. I swear some of these things when put on the floor come to my waist, they're so huge.
We received our first one yesterday, filled with exotic fruits, toblerone chocolate, Belgium truffles, smoked almonds from Pete's Frootique. I lost track of just how much of it I ate, consoling myself with the fact that 'hey, some of it was fruit so that had to be healthy, right?'. I conveniently pushed aside the number of truffles and chunks of toblerone that also went down with it. And we won't even speak of the half canister of smoked almonds.
And so it begins. The battle with my self control - or lack thereof - to eat everything in sight as if it could potentially be my last meal. I don't know why I can't content myself with just one or two bites of chocolate, or one helping of almonds. But oh no, I have to keep going back. Like it's calling me all the way from the kitchen, reaching out with its evil tentacles to drag me back in for another gorge.
I work out five to six days a week during the month of December just to try and stay on top of it so that come Christmas dinner I am not mistaken for the butterball turkey. What I really need though is one of those electric collars you put on dogs to keep them confined to your yard. Then every time I get near one of those baskets I would get a jolt of electricity through my system as a deterrent. Although I suspect my co-workers would be quickly annoyed by the constant ggzztttt as I refused to learn my lesson.
Sigh...December...the Official Month of Gluttony.