Heaving a Sigh of Resolution

It's that time of year again, folks. 

Christmas has come and gone and Wendy has gotten fat.  Well, to be truthful, it wasn't solely the fault of Christmas.  It was the months and months and months of eating eating eating eating eating eating without any kind of exercise whatsoever.

Sure, I did the whole C25K thing over the summer: I ran (well, I trotted and walked, but on a scheduled basis) and even partook of some actual 5Ks.  But summer was a long time ago.  And although you might think otherwise, the fitness level of one's body does not just stick around.  No.  You have to encourage it to stay by actually staying active.  Fancy that!  So as the warm weather slithered away into fall, so too did my figure.  Bye-bye!

Thus it is that I am - AGAIN - making "Exercise and Eating Right" my #1 New Year's Resolution.  Luckily, I have about 26 hours before Jan 1 smacks me in the face with the cold hand of Obligation.  So now I'm off to the fridge to seek out and destroy all the desserts I can find.  And by destroy I mean consume, of course.  You didn't think I was actually going to throw them away, did you?  Puh-leeze.