Mrs. HM Fits In The Winner's Circle

The holidays have been upon us for nigh on two months now. Okay. Actually for about six-and-a-half weeks. You know what happens during the holiday, right? People feast! Oh, Sweet Gummi Mary yes! People FEAST. They feast like the Whos down in Whoville feast on roast beast! Such delicacies! The baked ham, the roasted turkey, all those sides like hash brown casserole, 7-layer salad (one layer alone being mayonnaise), and green bean bundles wrapped in bacon and rubbed with brown sugar, and the Sister Schubert's rolls, and olives, and pumpkin pie, and chocolate pie, and Oreo cake, and those tasty homemade chocolate-covered cherries gifted by my best ol' ex-teaching buddy Mabel! Don't even get me started on those big bags of Rollos and mini Reese's and Hershey Kisses, all festive in their red, green, silver, and gold foil, to be stuffed into stockings. Oh, yeah. And the orange that always appears in the stockings as well.

WHO CAN RESIST THAT STUFF?

Not Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, that's for sure. She had been doing so well making wise choices. But it's the holidays, by cracky! They only come once a year! Mrs. HM did not see a reason to deprive herself of goodies during the holidays. She even ate some of her own World Famous Chex Mix! And now it's time to pay the piper. Mrs. HM climbed on the kitchen scales yesterday. To see the damage she had done, after 9 and 3/4 months of wise choicing.

I GAINED 2 POUNDS!

That's right. After throwing caution to the biting wind, and ingesting the treats that appealed to her...Mrs. HM gained 2 pounds. That's it. Over six-and-a-half weeks of not-the-wisest choices.

I'd say that's a victory.