I went grocery shopping yesterday. Didn't I buy the stuff to make our family's pink dip? (Nobody else on the planet makes pink dip (which gets its color from ketchup).) That means potato chips have to happen on Christmas Eve. We've eaten two pizzas in the last week; had Chinese food for supper last night. We're going out to lunch for our annual Christmas date today, and tomorrow we're going out to dinner at my Aunt's.
I've got cookies in the freezer. I've got a vat of mixed nuts (no peanuts). Red & Green peanut M&Ms. Holiday Hershey kisses. The only healthy thing we've got in the house is the remains of a wonderful fruit basket we received as a gift. (Grapes are gone. I keep telling myself that eating them canceled out all the bad stuff.)
Can you see a diet on my horizon? How about you?
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