Little Debbie, Little Debbie

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Christmas was gluttonous. I made the Christmas Eve, brunch and dinner menu weeks in advance, in the throes of virtue. The meals weren't the problem. The problem was the gas station treats on the road, the bowls of candy and chocolate at every turn in the house, and the tubs of homemade cookies that followed me around. As I sank into a sugar coma, I justified the downward spiral as a last hurrah of 2009. I'll be good next year. I'd better get my fill of high fructose corn syrup while I can!
On the roadtrip back home, I listened to The Paleolithic Solution podcasts by Robb Wolf, and snacked on Little Debbie Zebra Cakes. Cognitive dissonance can be drowned in sugar.
I feel like crap, but I keep eating junk. The sugar has got ahold of me, for sure. Today, I bought myself a box of Russell Stover chocolates, and ate half the box. The chocolates aren't even that good, but I know I'll eat the rest of the box tomorrow.
I had been planning to make a batch of brownies tonight, but as I write this, I realize how ridiculous that is.
I'm really looking forward to January 1.