My Christmas TummyAfter dinner last night a certified wiseacre poked my slightly protruding Christmas tummy and announced to everyone who cared to listen how it’s easy to gain, but near impossible to shed a bulge. Never one to take well to being made an example of, the hour hand has reclaimed its rightful place on my opportunity clock. No, I don’t have any use for an alarm clock! Adieu Fudgy Brownies and Chocolate Chip cookies. So long Christmas Cake. Hello Road! Come on now Press Bench. And where’s the Juicer?! I’ll indulge again when the 21 days of Christmas come around again. After all, Christmas comes only once a year! And dare that nosy auntie of mine touch my stomach again. Oh! I fear for her already. Lol:))