Well, the holidays are at last upon us, as "upon us" is a holiday's favorite place to sprawl, and that means one thing: making sure that you get enough to eat at holiday parties. There's nothing worse than waking up in January and realizing you've practiced careful moderation in the face of temptation, also watching that waistline, and cravings, and jeans that fit: food is everywhere.
This post originally appeared on November 11, 2013. Well, the holidays are at last upon us, as “upon us” is a holiday’s favorite place to sprawl, and that means one thing: making sure that you get enough to eat at holiday parties. There’s nothing worse than waking up in January and realizing you’ve practiced careful moderation in the face of temptation, also watching that waistline, and cravings, and jeans that fit: food is everywhere.
When I saw the little red notification this morning, my heart both sank and hissed in delight within me. How he has sunk, I thought to myself, and I was not at all wrong. You abject, you pathetic, you craven child, to come crawling to me, begging me to approve of whatever vile little endeavor you have cobbled together to convince yourself that you exist. How like you, at this late point, to suggest to me…
'Tis the season for rejoicing -- but beware! One too few glasses of eggnog at the office party, or a little less champagne than you'd planned on having for New Year's Eve, and you might just find yourself waking up at your usual hour the morning after, feeling more or less like your usual self, with no excuse to stay in bed shivering and running hot and cold all morning, then throwing up blearily for…
