Perennial Battles

The holidays were hard on my waistline: literally. The details are ugly, but I’ll put it this way: the digit in the “tens” column shifted. Both in terms of “how far I have to go” and “how far I’ve come since November of ’13.”

This was to be expected. Which is to say: I expected this.

Which means you all can expect lots of pictures of snacks and deserts and goodies littering Instagram, Twitter, and my hated Facebook.

Whatever you do, don’t ask how the diet is going. It’s a war you want no part of.