You see that picture to the left of a holiday treat looking all sweet, innocent and delicious-looking? Don't be fooled. That is a picture of a peanut butter chocolate bon bon. And that, my friends, is what evil looks like.
Those sweet, innocent looking bon bons singlehandedly caused my 5-7 pound weight gain over the holidays last year. Five to seven extra pounds that I wasn't able to work off (despite even a grueling round of marathon training) for at least four months.
I'm taking no responsibility whatsoever for allowing the weight gain to happen. Is it my fault I ate more bon bons than I have hairs on my head? Of course not. Is it my fault I couldn't stop shoving them into my mouth one after another as if I were never going to eat another bite of food ever again? Of course not! I was completely and utterly defenseless against the wily and cunning craftiness that is the bon bon.
But this year I came prepared. Knowing full well that resistance against the bon bon is futile, I armed myself with the resolve to beat it at its own game. The more bon bons I was forced to eat, the harder I would work them off. The faster the speed intervals I would run. The higher the stairs I would climb. The heavier the weights I would lift.
So far, it's worked. Thanksgiving and Christmas are over and I can still see my feet, not only from the front, but perhaps more importantly, even from the back.
But now New Year's Eve is upon me.
I am so going down in flames.