I am happy. I wish Christmas was another month away. Right at this moment, I know all that I want out of my life. I feel fat. But I have so much. And I love what I have. These may be the best moments of my life. I want to hold on to what makes me this happy for longer... past Christmas, past another year. That is my Christmas wish. Not for new, not for more, but to be able to keep what I already have now. May I not lose any of it, except for the extra pounds.