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Christmas is Coming, The Goose Is Getting Fat!

Have you ever wondered what that Christmas song is really about? Most people think it's about a goose getting fat and putting pennies in hats. But actually the term "goose" is Gaelic for Jill, "pennies" means desserts and/or junk food, and the term "hat", actually refers to Jill's mouth.

So yes, this is my Christmas theme song. And yes, Christmas is coming, and yes, I am getting fat! What is the deal with Christmas? I can't stop eating all the tasty holiday food. There is just so much delicious stuff everywhere. And it all looks so pretty. And so delicious. And so prettily-delicious. Thanks to Julie's baking skills, the other day, I woke up and had chocolate cake for breakfast, and then turned around and had chocolate cake for lunch. Who does that? Is it the cold? Is it the stress?

My scale doesn't work, so I don't know how much weight I've gained so far. (It's actually kind of nice not to know.) Reni claims it's not broken and says it works when he uses it. He actually suggested that perhaps I was using it wrong. I'm not even sure it's possible to use a scale wrong. Unless maybe instead of standing on it, I was standing next to it. But I've been using scales most of my life, and think I'm pretty clear on how to work one.

There are still two weeks left until the holidays are officially over. Does anyone have any suggestions on how I can control my eating habits this time of the year? The goose is fat enough...

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