There is nothing that better describes the rhythm of my day than this plate of cookies. Eat, drink. Eat some more, have another drink. Not hungry, but I think I'll eat.
Admittedly there was a single hour this morning, before the holiday system got a hold on me, where I went to the gym. That effort was likely nullified by a single bite. My willpower remains meaningless for one more day; then I'll consider tending to my body's true nutritional needs again.
Luckily Santa doesn't come to my house anymore. There wouldn't be any cookies left to feed him. I think I saw some baby carrots in the fridge though; those are fair game.
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