

Christmas. Food. Me. I’ve officially exploded. 💥
🍗 “Just one more bite? Of course, just one... well, maybe half the bowl.”
🥧 “That pie looks lonely. Who am I to leave it that way?”
🍷 “Calories in wine? Never heard of her.”
I’m no longer human. I am now a walking Christmas feast with a ticking timer. One more bite, and they might roll me around like a bauble instead of decorating the tree. 🤭
And the funniest part? I genuinely believe that “just this last piece” doesn’t count.
Alright, deep breath… and another bite! 😅
Who else promised themselves “this year will be different”?