I've seen the cookies and the damage done.

Well, it is that time of year, you know.  You do know what I'm talking about, don't you?  The day I climb up on the scale to see how much damage the holidays have done.  Since I tend to track a lot of my personal information, I can tell you the last time I weighed myself was on November 21, 2014, just before Thanksgiving.

I did cringe a bit before stepping onto my Ironman this morning.  You see, during the holidays I'm always on a "see food" diet:  I see food and I eat food.  Except for those terrible Christmas cookies I had at work, everything tasted scrumptious, and I'm including quite a lot here.  There was Boston creme pie, and red velvet cake, and coconut cake, and snicker doodles (love those), and sand tarts, and chocolate chip cookies, and... well the list goes on and on.  You'll notice I'm not including two turkey dinners and and a pork and sauerkraut feast.  Anyway, this morning it was time to see how much damage was done.

And the total cumulative gain I'd wrought was... 6.2 pounds.  To be perfectly honest, I was quite relieved.  I was expecting a much higher figure, since I really do love to eat.  I'm not too concerned since the weight should be gone in about 2 - 3 weeks.  In fact, the first thing I did after weighing myself was set up a cardio / weight training regime.  Believe me, I'll be fine, just as long as no one waves a croissant in front of my nose.

The bad taste of Christmas cookies

This is the time of year when a lot of people, who wouldn't normally bring food into work, bring in Christmas cookies.  Some bake the goodies themselves.  Others have their wives do it.  Yesterday afternoon one of my associates came back from break and said "Barry brought Christmas cookies in and there's something wrong with them."  She said they tasted the Natural Gas smells.  This I couldn't believe.  Nobody bakes that bad and takes it to work.  So, curious as to what these cookies actually tasted like, I went to the break room for a sample.  Bad idea.

I had just picked up one of the cookies and... Barry walks in.  "Oh, my wife baked those," he said smiling.  "They look good," I said, and took a bite.  My associate was horribly wrong.  They didn't taste like Natural Gas at all.  The thing in my mouth was worse then that.  And because Barry was standing there, I couldn't spit it out.  Believe me, I would have.  And, horror upon horror, I still had half a cookie left in my hand.

"Good," I muttered as I shoved the rest of the cookie into my mouth and swallowed.  "Yeah," he said, picking one up and eating it.  He seemed to have no problem with the taste.  I was actually feeling a bit nauseous.  In fact, I'm still feeling a bit queasy.  Just what did they taste like?  This is disgusting so you may want to stop reading.  They actually tasted like there was a bit of vomit in them.  I suspect one her ingredients had gone bad and she used it anyway.  Or, as my associate suggested, maybe she was trying to poison us.  What ever it was, it took hours for that taste to finally get out of my mouth.  What's really weird is that he didn't seem to notice.  Maybe that's what everything she cooks tastes like.  Wouldn't that be hell?