But by the second week of most diets, I want someone to hit me in the head with a frying pan—preferably one that has just fried up a dozen crisp slices of bacon.
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New Year Pep Talk: Simply “Do Better”
As I sat in my kitchen on New Years Day, I realized that for years I’d repeated this maladaptive annual cycle as if failure, guilt and self-loathing were my resolutions themselves.
Babysitting on New Year’s Eve
Garbed in tinsel hats and blowing horns, the children I was babysitting on New Year’s Eve darted around as if the house was on fire, squealing like baby pigs.
Overindulging Santa: A Cautionary Christmas Tale
Under and all around the Christmas tree, as far as their widened eyes could see, were presents. Nothing but presents.
