I Will....

I will, I will, I will, I will.

And Elle MUST keep me from doing it.

I will NOT, I will NOT, I will NOT, I will NOT, I will NOT.

So far she has vacuumed me up (she always finds that crack in the floor I hide in!), stuck me in a bottle (which I broke.), locked me into the back drawer of her desk (which I also promptly broke.)

I will NOT, I will NOT, I will NOT.

But her major mode of keeping me from doing it is hand slapping.

slap slap slap slap slap

Suddenly, I'm reduced to eating cellary.

But we have fun with it. Even when I'm not hungry, I'll pretend I'm sneaking to get a cookie, and we'll have a rousing chase all round the room, that will end up getting Ara wet, poking MD and Briggs, and spilling the cookies.

Dieting with cookies in the house is hard. But I am prevailing over the cookie!

Avoiding the Holiday Pounds--and Rush

To enjoy this commentary to the fullest, I would suggest reading We Wish You a Merry Christmas Without Us, including the comments. Since this is rather lengthy and only attached to the FCN subject in only vague strands, I decided to place it here, instead of using up FCN space.

Merry Christmas, FCN.

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That was funny-depressing. I'm trying to loose weight right now, guys. After I finish the cookies I made last night, I'm cutting sweets until I reach my prefered weight. For those of you that ever catch me eating, remind me of this fact if I happen to backslide. I will not be making any cookies in the foreseeable future. I will not ingest any hot chocolate until...really late in December. I will not consume any candy until January...AFTER PLNU. Bread and cheese are going off-limits, too.

All of my Christmas shopping, besides stocking stuffers, is done, and was done online the day after Christmas. I will not be purchasing See's Candy for anyone.

I WILL continue to post on my blog.

I will write Christmas Cards. Lots of Christmas cards. I do not plan to ship any gifts to my relatives. If it can't fit in a card, it's not going.

Instead of spending my days shopping, I will spend them not eating. I plan to curl up by the fireplace with a cup of hot water, and read. Or write. Or research.

Okay, so I guess you could boil everything I'm going to do down to one goal:

For every pound FCN gains, I want to lose a pound.

Isn't life so wonderfully simple sometimes? :)