I know this sounds awful, but I'm glad Xmas is over. It's so much work, so many people expecting so much from us. Now, at 9 p.m., the house is quiet and I'm alone and glad for the peace. Of course, I ate too much and knew it with every bite I took. Then the guilt steps in and it starts all over again. I just want my everyday life back so I can try to focus on MY needs again. I want to take care of me now and since the ritual pig-out during the holidays is over, maybe I can start taking care of myself so next year at this time I'll feel better.
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