It’s the season of gluttony, and no matter how hard I pretend to try, the pounds just keep piling on. Not that I’m trying all that hard, to be honest. My schedule is packed with dinner plans, festive drinks, and endless trays of holiday treats—and I’m overindulging at every turn.

I didn’t really set out with any hard plans to gain this season, but let’s face it, that’s just what happens when I’m left to my own devices. One treat turns into ten, one drink becomes three, and before I know it, my clothes are straining just as much as my self-control.

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It’s the season of gluttony, and no matter how hard I pretend to try, the pounds just keep piling on. Not that I’m trying all that hard, to be honest. My schedule is packed with dinner plans, festive drinks, and endless trays of holiday treats—and I’m overindulging at every turn.

I didn’t really set out with any hard plans to gain this season, but let’s face it, that’s just what happens when I’m left to my own devices. One treat turns into ten, one drink becomes three, and before I know it, my clothes are straining just as much as my self-control.

By January, I’ll be waddling into the new year, carrying every indulgent choice of the holiday season right on my waistline. But hey, what’s another five—or ten—pounds when I’ve already thrown in the towel? Might as well make it worth it.

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