I take back everything I said below about the holidays.

When you find yourself sick from inhaling a Sage Blossom candle or Avocado Ginger Spice soap (are we supposed to eat it or lather ourselves with it?) and desperately wondering how many times you've given these items as gifts to your relatives, it's time to put down that Apple Spice incense and step out of the store. In other words, I'm done shopping (and I have WAY too much time on my hands).

Last year I gained 7 pounds over the holidays. This made post-holiday shopping not so fun. I don't know why I thought that holidays don't count as days when sugar and flour converts to thigh and booty flab...I guess I still believe in a Santa Claus who will deliver me a high metabolism for Christmas. So long as I continue to close down salsa clubs (me and Japanese Salsera were the last girls to leave last night), I can eat a slice of Pecan Pie and a few brownies...just not every day for a week straight.

Just for today, I can survive the holidays.