Freshman 15

No breakfast
1 white chocolate/coconut covered marshmallow
1 bite of rum brownie
1 baklava
1 bite of peanut butter/chocolate chip cookie
1 half oatmeal raisin cookie
1 half pumpkin cheesecake
1 third oatmeal raisin cookie

This is disgusting. Why? Because all these items have gone into my body in two days! What is it about Christmas that causes us to stand in lines that wrap around the store, buying books at full price (stop the "shame, shame I know your name" finger pointing all you ahead of time Amazon.com buyers), while consuming sugar as if it's going out of style? And when we've had our fill, we continue to support this nasty holiday habit by saying, "But it's Christmas!" Oh of course, I almost forgot the part when Jesus said, "It is finished . . . but don't forget to clean off that last piece of fudge around this time of in the next couple hundred years." (The fact that the Jews probably weren't baking fudge isn't the point here.) The fact that I need to work out desperately is part of the issue.

Maybe it's the fact that I've regained my freshman 15 lbs., but I'm also starting to recognize the consumerism and consumption around this time of year is a little out of hand. Just yesterday a group of my friends decided to forgo their own Christmas present to each other, taking all that money and making dinners for the homeless. As much as I love getting and giving presents, I'm not anti-gift exchange at all, I figure God's probably down with a brown bag P.B. and J just as much as any good book, even if it is Mere Christianity.

Shrinkage

I think it all started at the nude beach. How often does one get to start a sentence like that, really? It was a cool, clear day and for the second time in my San Diego existence, I accidentally stumbled upon the nude beach at Torrey Pines. Some might question the chance of accidentally stumbling upon a nude beach twice in a lifetime, but we came at it from a different angle this time, I swear. My favorite part of the write-up of Black's Beach is:

"Although not officially sanctioned, some patrons of Black's Beach practice nudism."

Some? Let's try all. There was a very iffy moment when Doug and I were walking down the death trap of a trail when I thought scary naked guy was going to climp up and have to squeeze past us.

I'm pretty sure this experience caused me to freeze up, therefore prolonging all blogging efforts. Plus, now that I'm over my rebellion to the digital age, I really need a digital camera to expose my life through alternative mediums.

Updated wish list:

1) $1,200 camera
2) Whirled peas
3) The ability to eat ethnic food without IBS
4) To live with a Martha Stewartesque chef (check)
4) The best flower bouquet ever (check)