It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstances would have been less strong against us.--George Eliot, Middlemarch.
So the marshmints are gone (sniff!), the stollen is past its highest allure, the eggnog has been drunk and I am ready to segue self and family gently back towards the Right Path.
Then someone-who-shall-remain-nameless* dumps a deluge of candy and junk on the house.
Ack! Why do people do this? Why why?? Expensive Harry and David junk**, that you don't feel okay about just pitching. DH is off work so he can't take it in there. I will ask DH to make it disappear*** but a part of me will be wondering about those malted milk snowballs and that fabulous peppermint bark.
I know most of us don't have perfect circumstances. Our spouses buy yummy junky stuff, we work long days with little chance to exercise-- the bottom line is you have to dig in, get your priorities clear, do it for yourself.
I just need to find where I put my big-girl panties. Anybody seen 'em?
* my MIL
** Don't I sound ungrateful?
*** He threw it out *sob*