If there's one thing I've learned during quarantine, it's that they call it comfort food for a reason. I feel soothed by mac 'n' cheese, I live for the warm embrace of a brownie, and nothing beats the anxiety reducing power of a bowl of freshly popped popcorn oozing with melted butter.
Don't even get me started on nachos (serotonin-boosting), guac (healthy fat), and cheese burgers (protein!).
Of course, the comfort levels of these foods are only amplified by a glass or two (or three) of wine.
What I'm really saying is, I choose my happiness over my hips, because I'd rather coast through quarantine with a few extra pounds than deny myself vital (greasy, sugary) nutrition in addition to not having vital face time with the girls.
You heard it here first, ladies: my diet isn't starting until 2022, and I couldn't be happier.