It's Not Just About The Chocolate, Is It, Now?

 The first song on my playlist, as I was waiting for the Kuerig to pee out my coffee, was Walking in the sunshine, sing a little sunshine song. However I had to turn up the volume so I could hear it over the rain pelting down on the plastic-covered roof of the back deck.

'Oh,' you are thinking. 'And how many miles did you walk today? Huh?'

Well, I don't think I walked any miles today. The kids' dad drove them to school and the mom picked them up. Although I did get damp bit by bit dashing to and from the man-shed, the garbage bins, and taking Teddy out to pee, I'm pretty sure my Fitbit didn't feel compelled to measure the distance.

I did, however, feed our organic bin very well, after cleaning out two fridges so I could find room for a bottle of water. The second worst thing about all the festive eating, a close second to the shrinking of the jeans, is the amount of left-over food, especially since I'm the only one who considers eating left-overs. So goodbye to potato, beet and mustard salads, turkey, turkey pot pie, gravy, and pease pudding (which was way over 5 days old but so good I couldn't bear to part with it, even though I don't think we ate any after the second day.)

Goodbye damp fruit with yogurt dip, things on sticks, and the last slice of Fresh Slice Pizza we brought home for the kids' lunch on Saturday.

But not chocolates. And we're still working on the New Year's Ham, which will end its time on earth in a pot of pea soup.

And the good news? Tubs of turkey soup in the freezer.

Hmm. If I freeze any pea soup, I may have to clean out the freezer to find room for it.

It's a vicious cycle.