I’m having one of those holidays where I’m vacillating between grain-free granola and home-made chocolate chip cookies.

After these 400 months of 2020, I’m fighting a few pounds. The problem is they are fighting right back. I absolutely know what I need to do to drop the weight, but this whole “major historical event” has me feeling a little like those women in the Renaissance paintings. Have you noticed them? They are all lounging around in what I assume is their version of sweatpants and t-shirts, doing their best to avoid the plague. They are surrounded by snacks and they definitely have their own 15 or 20 major historical event pounds. I swear I’ve even seen a few rolls of toilet paper stacked in the background. Some things never change, apparently.

Winter Prosapio is a writer, a wife, and a working mom of two girls, two cats, and one ridiculously enthusiastic terrier mix.

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