Banishing the Baby Belly: The Don't Ask Don't Tell Edition.

This week, I have consumed brownies, Christmas cookies, fudge, hamburgers, pizza and junk food galore. Not to mention copious amounts of wine and beer.

Yep, it’s the holidays.

You know what that means, right? I didn’t get on the scale this weekend.

But you know what? My husband weighed himself, and he’s all like, “Gee whiz, I seem to have lost two pounds. I wonder how that happened?”

Bastard.

Don’t worry, he knows I’m kidding (mostly).

Oh, and I probably won’t be getting on the scale next weekend either. See, I’ll be seven hours away from my scale, and I don’t know about you but I don’t trust other people’s scales. I just don’t (also, it’s a good excuse).

So that’s my total cop out. Anybody out there share my pain?

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