I've been living through the December from Hell, so I've been too stressed to eat. Except for the last week and a half. I've pigged out at three Christmas parties, two holiday season dinners, and brownies and cookies that I grabbed off the table and scarfed in the emergency room today. (That's not as dramatic as it sounds. Everyone thinks the patient is going to be fine.) Now my clothes don't fit me anymore. COME ON, BODY!!! IT WAS JUST A FEW MEALS!!! Jeez. I'm 48 and I can't even look at food anymore without my butt growning. Gah. I can't afford new clothes. I've been looking at my Dyson and I've hatched a scheme. It has wonderful suction so I'm thinking "DIY liposuction," here.
I knew it was a good idea to buy that thing...
And no, you don't want videos!