I'm pretty sure that pizza was created by the devil

...and if that is indeed the case, then clearly I'm going to hell. Despite my best attempts at maintaining a healthy diet so that I can lose oh, say, six pounds or so, I seem to be eating more junk than ever. And, it's not just pizza, it's fried chicken fingers, french fries, Mexican food (aka cheese & garnishments,) steak (and I'm not a meat-eater) and sweets, sweets, and more sweets.


Yeah, stress, that's my excuse!

I'm not sure what it is about this time of the year that makes my arteries scream "hurt me" and my waistband cry "uncle" but I completely lose self-control when it comes to food around the holidays. Maybe it is stress, the fact that I really have no time to cook a decent meal, or maybe it's the desire for comfort food when I'm missing home (not sure why it's called comfort food since it will inevitably cause heartburn, bloating, and the need to unbutton your pants to make it through the day,) but come November, I become a garbage disposal. I might as well have a flashing sign over my head that reads "deposit junk food here."  And to make it worse, as the time nears to actually go home for Christmas, I find that my list of "to do while I'm home" activities is basically filled only with the places that I want to eat...and, of course, a few places that I'd like to throw back a few libations :) I'm pretty sure that fried oysters, crawfish fettuccine, fried okra and beignets won't exactly put me back on track to svelte-land, but apparently, I don't really care. Because the fact is, that I clearly have no resistance to temptation and, at this time of the year, it's not a weakness that I'm willing to fight.

So, though I am likely not on track to be the skinny, tone girl that I keep envisioning in my daydreams...I am one thing: content. Because a perfect body may be ideal, but a hot piece of pizza and a raspberry cheesecake are bliss.