God bless the inventor of...

adjustable waist slacks.  You know of what I speak--the kind that have an elastic insert so as I meander between "you look great" and "you ate great", I can still be somewhat comfortable.  If I were to find one specific descriptor of my size guise, it would be Yoyo!  Like the ursine creature that I resemble, I apparently have decided that hibernation is in my future and have packed (the body) accordingly.  I blame it on my doc.  He said not to run any more.  That was 10 pounds ago!  And I ain't speaking positively.  Okay, in truth, it has been  positive gain, but only on the scale.  Mentally?  Not so much.  It has nothing to do with the caramels.  It has nothing to do with the bread (which, by the way, is utterly amazing!).  It has nothing to do with the almonds that jump into my hand.  It has everything to do with the no!  All I have to know...is no.  But, it's Christmas.  And there is that insert....  Have an outlandishly good holiday, and know you are loved!