After scrounging around the kitchen for one last holiday goodie, you find a single sugar cookie hiding in the bottom tin. You grab it, and head toward the mountain of decorations that need to be packed away until next year. Several hours later, the last box has been shoved into the attic or garage.
Surveying the house, you see that all the gifts have been put away and everything appears to be back to normal…finally. And then you spot it, shouting at you from the bathroom floor…your old friend, the scale.