Well, I was incredibly controlled this holiday season...it was the post holiday season that killed me.

Miles came to me sick and weak last week. The guy with the heartiest appetite of them all was unable to finish his meals...so, quite naturally, I had to pick up the slack. I can be a good wife on occasion. Hey!—and besides salving the "I lost my appetite" boo-hoos, I also gave the lad great entertainment: "Wow, how much can she pack away!? Go! Go! Go!"

Tomorrow, Mom and I are back in the calorie-counting game. Lovely way to start the new year, I always say. Tonight, hours after our dinner, Mother asked hopefully, "You said we're paying attention to what we eat tomorrow, right?"

"That's my plan anyway."

"Oh Good! Then we can have the bean dip and chips tonight!"

She scurried off, and my excitement mounted! The forbidden! It felt so naughty—so good!

I remember one of my last nights in North Carolina I said something to the effect of, "I guess one positive thing about me being there is that it will be easier to control my weight around the holidays." Muahahahahahahaha. Serves me right.