On the first day of Christmas, my food love gave to me a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the second day of Christmas my food love gave to me too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the third day of Christmas my food love gave to me three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the fourth day of Christmas my food love gave to me four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the fifth day of Christmas my food love gave to me five midnight feasts. Four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the sixth day of Christmas my food love gave to me six pants that don’t fit. Five midnight feasts. Four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the seventh day of Christmas my food love gave to me seven drive-through dinners. Six pants that don’t fit. Five midnight feasts. Four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the eighth day of Christmas my food love gave to me eight stolen cookies. Seven drive-through dinners. Six pants that don’t fit. Five midnight feasts. Four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the ninth day of Christmas my food love gave to me nine eating frenzies. Eight stolen cookies. Seven drive-through dinners. Six pants that don’t fit. Five midnight feasts. Four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the tenth day of Christmas my food love gave to me ten buffet binges. Nine eating frenzies. Eight stolen cookies. Seven drive-through dinners. Six pants that don’t fit. Five midnight feasts. Four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my food love gave to me eleven chocolate Ho Hos®. Ten buffet binges. Nine eating frenzies. Eight stolen cookies. Seven drive-through dinners. Six pants that don’t fit. Five midnight feasts. Four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my food love gave to me twelve trash-can treats. Eleven chocolate Ho Hos®. Ten buffet binges. Nine eating frenzies. Eight stolen cookies. Seven drive-through dinners. Six pants that don’t fit. Five midnight feasts. Four cavities. Three pounds on my thighs. Too much cheese. And a stomach ache from all the candy.

Merry Christmas to my fellow food lovers! Wishing us all a healthy and joyous New Year — free from food obsession and addictive eating.

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