Yeah! Binge with me!
O.k.
So it is that time of year again when, lo, the angel of the bow flex appears in both infomercial and advertisement form. And, yea, though thou shalt rejoice in the holidays, thou shalt feel major guilt about thy heathenish fat assness. And lack of abs. The lord's chosen people apparently have abs.

AS much as I enjoy a good bow flex commercial, I am also realizing that I have been binge eating like some sort of locust (must keep the religious analogy/conceit going after all). IN other words, I am eating my own weight in not so good foods daily. And I weigh enough already.

I am thinking this points to deep psychological issues so deep I can't even see them. And all the while I am thinking I am detoxing with large amounts of water and diet soda between candy, pie, and other treats.

All I want for christmas?
A personality enima. They must sell those somewhere, yes?

But, at least I can recognize the problem. Yes?

--K