Yesterday we had our healthy American Christmas meal, after which I woke up 2 lbs lighter (in the spirit of full disclosure, I’m on BP medication that I call “my diet pill” because it’s making me lose weight like crazy. We all know I hate medication but I’m now addicted to the childish wonder of seeing this pill work. So I’m giving it one more month).
On New Year’s we will have our extraordinarily unhealthy Soviet meal that will represent a barbaric mix of everything salted, pickled, cured and processed, doused in enormous quantities of mayonnaise and smothered in caviar. But it’s a once-a-year indulgence, so it can’t be that bad.
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